Creativity
Dagger
My heart is ripped
Out of my beating chest
By the demon of you
That haunts me
You place my fragile heart
Inside my nervous hands
I scream in pain
As I begin to deteriorate
You take my heart from my grasp
You hold it in front of me
You lovingly caress it
As if you still love me
I weep at this sight
You tenderly touch my face
In effort to comfort me
I touch your frozen hands
You Whispered...
"I always loved you dear."
But we knew our end was near
That was the last time you spoke
You held my heart, and
Placed the sharp dagger below
It pains me to watch...
The dagger pierces it lightly
You apply Pressure then force
You cut the organ completely and
Continue to mutilate what's left
I shriek in pain and
Choke on my blood soaked tears
I fall down...
Slowly Dying
As you dine on the delicacy
That was once called my heart