Bloody disappointment

The look of fear and bloody disappointment
In your eyes shot straight through my entire body,
Like pain from the depths of my torn soul. Piercing hearts frozen in time, coldly
Shoved in the back of an old freezer waiting for your next victim to come along.

I was just another one of your sick jokes for you to digest in your dirty broken mind. Your twisted fate awaited you, longing to taste your blood shot eyes. I loved you nonetheless and gave you the rest of my half-eaten heart that someone unlike this demon possessed angel before me ripped out of my chest stomping away as if they were putting out the flame of a lit cigarette.

Scars serve as a reminder of the tragic pain you faced daily as an adolescent. Razors were an invitation to escape the pain and welcomed bloody nights where you hung on for dear life with a piece of tanned white skin along with the occasional booze absorbed blood vessels.

All the suffering I went through to get one taste of your cold blood of your laid out soul on the ground for everyone to take a piece of as if it was a souvenir from a vacation. By the time I reached out it was too late you had sewn up your eyes, cut off your lips and threw on a seductive face.

I was just another one of your sick jokes for you to digest in your dirty broken mind.