• Seeping through my heart,
    Like a miasma of the worst kind.
    You tore my heart,
    And burned the pieces.
    Without my heart,
    I was a blind girl,
    Desperately groping around in the world of love.
    I was trying to learn how to do it,
    How to not get burned.
    But everytime I reached out,
    Everytime I seeked out the answer,
    My hand and conciousness was burned.
    My heart was still the pitiful pile of ashes,
    Your poisoned love made it.
    A disinigrated heart,
    With a potential that had it all.
    I reached out and cried your name.
    But you only scattered my heart into the wind,
    Grinning all the while.
    I sobbed for your love,
    Though it was the cause of my undoing.
    But you wouldn't even look at me anymore,
    I was just another victim,
    Of your heartless, poisoned love.