The Superlative of Lyricism

Mar 19, 2010

From Pieces to Shreds (to be read after Pieces)

She gives him her all, timid at first
the love inside could almost burst.
Heaven on Earth is what she found
around his finger she was tightly wound.
His touch was soft, his eyes were kind
a more perfect match you could not find.

His gentle touch was soon replaced
by hard words and an angry face.
Her angel was changed before her eyes
from an honest man to a monster who lies.
The man she knew was revealed as fake.
She prayed from this nightmare she would wake.

For the next four weeks he would get his gain
by feeding off her fear, her tears and her pain.
Finally he snapped, he sharpened his claws
piercing screams erupt from deadly jaws.
He waits till she's alone then rips her to shreds,
the once white walls are now splattered with red.
With one swift motion he tears her apart,
taking with him her still beating heart.
he holds it up with a victory screech,
and sucks the heart dry like a demonic leech.
He slinks away with her heart in his hand,
the blood thirsty demon who once was a man.

The room is now empty, there is no light.
The air has in it a frigid bite.
She lays on the floor, her breath is slowing,
out of a gaping hole her blood is flowing.
Torn and weak she lies on the tile,
finally dying from a year of defile.

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