Foetry

Torn Heart

You were the first

rung on my ladder

second to none

Around your ankles

my devotion hung

As my fluids slipped

under pink hips

and caged ribs

 

Pried apart

like you did my art

 

Lied to

Loathed

Deceived

From the start

 

Nothing in you

But a dead

cold heart

 

Now, all that I am

Is flying apart

Insomniac Suicide

back to the dark

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