Sorrow ate me up and pulled my strings
controlling the movements in my limbs like a puppet.
My broken heart and deteriorating soul sing
for the man I loved and lost.
My nights and days feel endless. The sun and moon have gone out.
Tear stained cheeks and broken cups half full on the floor kill you more and more.
What's the appeal of alcohol anymore?
It's a never ending darkness
swallowing me whole, chewing and grinding my bones.
So whats the point of a beating heart if theres no one left for it to beat for?
thump thump th-the truth.
I smiled softly at your writhing.
"You're a sadist." you told me that.
A scarlet trail on your cheekbone,
I barely stop myself from running my tongue over it.
Your screams we're the climax
of the beautiful orchestral masterpiece
that echoes many a number in my ears.
"You've lied to all this time." I grit my teeth at that, I'm not a liar.
Thats okay, all that was left was the subtle flicker off your eyelids,
and the soft tick of your waning pulse.
My lips brushed your forehead in tender release, and your final breath sent shivers up my spine.
Darling all you ever were was a puppet:
born to be mastered.
