The Trials Of An Empty Man

Lonely is the empty man
Who had his heart removed
By his lovers hand.
His empty soul removed by
His surgeons percition
His hollow torso
Returned to the seating
Position.
 
I killed her lover
A sorry slip-of-a-man.
He died as he had lived
Down on all fours
Beaten bloody with cocks and sticks.
Crows nore at his rotting flesh
As I sip his blood from my
Lovers breast.
 
I  pore out my sprit
Through my tears
My soul seeps through pores.
She has killed me.
As she did before
All these years ago
I recall.
 
And thus begins
The trials of an empty man
Stood on a hill top
Who faces east.
Who begs for death
And blessed release.
The rain came
And washed his sins away,
In a watery grave
This empty man lays.