Bring me his heart, my darling little bird, bring me his heart and recount to me his every dying word!
Bring me his heart on barbed wire, make sure it is still bleeding. Leave his eyes in so he can watch my ravens on him feeding.
Bring me his heart my rouge humming bird, thrill me , chill me with his dying word!
Did he beg for mercy the mercy he never once showed me . Did he crave forgiveness or did he show shame
or was he just sorry that he had been caught out once again.
Give me his heart my beauty give it to me right away, I wish to suck out every drop of blood from it, this second right away.
I want to chew it and rip it and feel his blood run down my face. I want to spit out and grind its torn flesh with my heel.
I want to stamp on it and jump on it and feed it to the birds I want to grow again I want to know again how the triumph feel.