Scarred

by RustySoul   May 18, 2019


You entered my body
And reached for the heart
Twisted it as per your fancy,
battered it, until all emotions ran dry
and escaped with a whimper.
It moaned, suffocated and yet did not die;
For it started throbbing again with hate
While you held it in your hand
Without any remorse.
You then reached for my soul
Hurt it so deep
That a scar remains now in place
Where my spirit had died.
Look upon your work, take pride
For turning me into an ugliest species.

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