Bring me his heart

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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.

No more, no more

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That’s just how the cookie crumbles this sad and tiresome night

I watched as you turned and walked away and all my hopes took flight.

You took my dreams and hopes and cruelly dashed then against the wall.

Spitting out my love on the slopes to the castle your ears deaf to my call.

I knew that you were evil , a user and abuser  I knew you unkind .

You hurt me but I was not prepared for what you did to my mind.

If only you had hit me or thrown me to the ground, beaten me up or

tortured me to that a reason I could of found.

 

No not a hand was laid on me  but words so cruel and mean

and the things made me do for you made me feel dirty and unclean.

You call me names and shout at me often telling me how useless I

am. Those words are now scars on me and will never be forgotten.

You would bring women back to our home and make me cook a meal

then you would make me watch while you sired them not caring how

that would make me feel.

You make me rise in the middle of the night to clean and dust until you think it is just right.

I remember being terrified and hiding from you but it was even worse when you found me. I shudder at those thing you made me do for you.

 

I can’t believe how much I love you and I mean that, still, but you don’t give a damn for me and I know you never will.

You treat me like rubbish a rag doll you can discard, in front of guests you’d rip my dress, expose me and tell our guests I was looking  like lard.

I have tried to leave you but you have always dragged me back, and lock me in the cellar you starved me and lecture me on all the graces I lack.

You rubbed my face in all my faults and there was nowhere to hide from you , your voice attacking me echoing around the Vaults.

So tonight when you return with yet another whore I shall not be here to watch you enjoy her flesh , as I shall be be dead and you will not hurt me any more.

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