Kill my Heart ( Shy archer)

I ask that you kill my heart, destroy me,
will make for such amazing poetry,
weeds keep growing higher than trees,
the green acid of my blood burns within,

I'm sorry for the torment that ripped apart,
the smashing of waves upon your shore,
the drowning of the child as I depart,
the fury of emotions, an addicted whore,

The critics click their pens with anger,
the conscious of your image, lingers,
the gentle-ness of a sudden breeze,
lingers slightly with effort-less brevity,

I was never anyone special,
unlike a certain beautiful soul,
the demon with no after-glow,
birthday cake flames before the blow,

Extinguish thy fire,
strangle me with wire,
End this suffering
To death of my loving,
An arrow to the heart,
shy archer, gives flight.