Take my heart, break it down- reduce it to shreds.
Take my spirit the one that hoped and kill it softly
with the knives you prepared to stick inside my chest.
Pull on them slowly, let me bleed out.
Let the red dye the floor.
Let my cries deafen your ears, its no use anymore.
My tears, blood stained, couldn’t stop your treacherous ways.
Just take my heart and stomp on it some more.
It’ll all be over soon.
A heart that beat melodic pumps, lays to rest sodden with hate.
But it doesn’t matter, since I’m now long gone.