the heart theif.

A love that she would soon forget,
rather than be plauged by it.
She cried a river of blood,
Whilst he tore her heart to peices.
He paid no head to her tears of blood,
He continued in his grusome task.
She cried in pain,
He ignores the cries that wrench his heart.
his task is bloody and grusome,
He haeds not to her love of him.
She screams one last time and is silent.
He works at the hole
That he is carving into her chest.
He know's she is dead and the
price she paid was her heart
that he holds now in his hand.
Her blood splashes onto the floor.
her eye's are closed,
he canot see the fear that had
been in her eye's.
Her soul lingers with her body.
He want's her to be there but he wanted her heart.
he got the prize she died for no it is his turn.