Bloody Tears

My heart left in the night,
the gaping hole in my soul,  
a horrifying fright.  
A thousand times I ask "why"  
of the simple letter saying "bye".  
Can I cry without a heart,  
or are those my bloody tears,  
masquerading as my fears,  
raining down from arteries,  
or is it just pissing mockeries.  
Are you treating my heart well    
or like Pavlov's dog ringing a bell.    
I wish I could have said .......  
or that I did not feel so dead,  
I thought we were ....  
but it is all such a painful blur.  
Dear sorceress why the disdain  
for the bones of my soul that remain.