I cannot remember the last time I cried,
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smiles in hope;
his love has now proven stronger than most.
Retrieving a memory, with nothing to say,
I've now grown confused, and push him away.
He clings to my body, his back merged with clay;
forced towards a wall, he stares with dismay.
A name is remembered through hunger and pain,
water creeps to my eyes, still dry and blood-stained.
A memory of love and romance when still sane;
I stare at Chris weeping, tears falling like rain.
As I struggle to speak, my Love only stares.
Sadness comes quickly as death poisons the air,
still I find strength of which I am rare;
"Kill me," I whisper, to a love twas once there.
Chris weeps for my soul, pulling me forward,
kissing these lips that he is now leaning toward.
Quickly forgotten, memories out-poured;
hunger grows furious, now worse than before.
Taking his knife, a man rips me apart.
He slices my throat and blood spreads as art.
Head falling backwards, the smell of death tart.
This faceless man has broken my heart.