the exotic and erotic adventures of drew p. and pinkman

You were once my protector,
my keeper,
my lover..
However, you are now nothing more than
my most vicious
and violent  
assaillant.  
He,
who so desperately digs
and digs
to uncover the last bits of his
majesty;
The remains he once buried somewhere
within the depths  
of her barely-beating,
sunken chest.
Giving no regard to the scuffs and scratches
being imposed upon her
freshly polished Cherry Oak finish.
Nor any mind paid
to a love so pure,
slowly buried
more so and more so,
by each heaping hand full of dirt and rubble he casts carelessly over his shoulder.
 
Your heart now wanders so far,
and so vast,
scattering the tattered fragments  
across the barren plains of your barely conscious
consciousness,
a journey so fueled by a mass of internally-driven rage;
 
That I'm weary you may never find your
way back home
to me.