I’m in pieces and tied to the floor
Filling the role as your dirty little whore
chains ashamed of me
locks of black hair arranged symmetrically
eyelashes closed together tightly
like a deadbolt lock with no key
I wish I could love you and I once did
but I find so much more love in hatred
You can’t wipe your left over emotions off on me anymore
like germs breeding in a mat on a bathroom floor
You wrecked me- I can say that without a doubt
I feel so sorry for you that my mind won’t block you out
because I’ll scratch at you like a cat til your blood flows- dark red.
I’ll keep it up over and over until I’m sure that your dead
My blood holds together the bricks of my heart
Take a walk through my soul- you can choose where to start
My body is a city left in ruins after war
So unlike the garden that was there before
You stepped on the chrysanthemums- your feet once so brave
My body was a garden but now... it’s your grave.
Copyright 2003 SnowQueen
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