death to valentine ~

he doesn't speak yet i hear his voice
with every sharp stab in my heart
he walks over me
around me

fuck his sorry & what i expected
i express my desire & all he does is raid

his whipping tongue
rips at my flesh
leaving ruby welts

where's his heart
      i swear he ate it
maybe he never had one
       maybe i ate it
maybe i don't have one

i can't love him with my black soul i have dug my eye's out & lost my breath in the echo forming a heart of stone