upon thy chest, pale pale skin
lies a heart, battered and thin
ripped out and put on a bloody display
while thy body dies and morbidly decays

a whitened soul, a blackened corpse
formerly radiant skin, flaking and coarse
the remnants of a foolish girl who took the risk
that of love, ignorant to the pain it would inflict

a young scared girl, a young wicked boy
his world created, her world destroyed
several meetings and hands then held
her own blind eyes to her safety did fail

his plan of devastation, her plan of innocence
under his handsome mask he hid his foul essence
the naive eyes of a trusting soul did not see
past the veil of significance, matching perfectly

an eager body, a darkened room
an act of trust coming all too soon
disturbed by her prevailing words of protest
a deadly blade into her chest did he inject

he tore out her core, and laughed while she cried
her last ever tears, her love forever defied
she is now dead, and he still laughs at her pain
another match lost, for love is a wretched game

 
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