My eyes focus on pictures
engraved upon my heart,
as I see the dark night
filled with anguish.
You stood hesitantly there,
paused with head bowed
before the fall.
No sound until the splash
that broke the night.
Down to the depths
and mud below
there you rested from all your pain,
no failure there, or blame.
I see this picture in my eyes,
I was not there at the time,
but; now it replays again
and again.
I feel the cold that you must have felt.
See the darkness in your heart
now, all I have left
is the thought, of who to blame.
I carve his name upon his door
saying here lives a murderer
of my love.
I smear it with the blood
from my veins
and lie down in my pain.
I wait until he does appear.
Then I slide upright
and stare into his dark, brown eyes,
the man that wrecked my true loves life.
I pull a knife from in my pocket
and slice his chest,
in precise precision;
and carve his heart out
from its nest.
He took my heart.
Now…
I take his.