I see within my hands, her heart. Have I taken it forcefully or has she given it freely?
Her Heart
Pulsating chambers
Lies wasted
Totally exposed
Within the grip
Of my wanting fingers
Eagerly given
It seems I just took
Giving life to my fingers
To force their way in
Thereby extracting her heart
I, like this heart,
Am disconnected
Devoid of emotion
Lying wasted
While her given heart
Still beats within my grip
I am lifeless
As she still offers
I am darkness
As she becomes light
I am but a creature
Defined by my atrocities
Yet, she still gives her heart
Am I to deserve
Such beauty
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