Poison courses through my veins. Burning my skin from the inside, it unleashes incomprehensible pain upon this tattered heart.

Glass shards slit my hands as I pierce together this tattered, yet shattered heart of mine. Irregular beat I obtain from years of “fixing, molding, healing.”

Shards extirpate my throat, I force the words down my throat, I shudder to think of the response. Your response, only to pierce my heart sharper then the blades forged with the fires of hell.

Poison you exiled from your pit of disparity you infringe it upon my body, only to disapate the blood from my body. The skin from my bones, and the life from my soul.

A rose you lay upon my grave as you sit and sob over the lifeless body of mine. A black rose you lay upon my tombstone. A sign you will forever remember the good inside my black heart.

Your tears sow this rose into my grave as it blooms with the poison from my body.