Yours.

When the blood runs dry I hope you’ll finally wipe clean  the score
There was never any need to ask, beg or summon
Because I was unwaveringly yours.

You slit my throat, cut my wrists despite my desperate implores  
Drip, drip, drip a pool was formed
When the blood runs dry I hope you’ll finally wipe clean the score.  

When you tied me up, I curled up, broke out in shivers and you just simply ignored
The cords pulled tight burned my skin but I kept weakly silent and screamed within  
Because I was unwaveringly yours.

Do as you wish, destroy my will, see if it really does serve as a sickening cure
I’ll be your play thing to be messed with
When the blood runs dry I hope you’ll finally wipe clean the score.
 
Now there you are. You remain alone sprawled on the chilled tiled floor    
You gouged out my steaming beating heart, let it pulse - shudder between your fingers
Because I was unwaveringly yours.

Then you kissed my cold lifeless lips as though there had been no seething war
Why don’t you bask in the splendour of the bloody chill you caused?
When the blood runs dry I hope you’ll finally wipe clean the score
Because I was unwaveringly yours.