I walked from the room, blood streaming from my hand…
The organ still fully functioning… she said I could take it so I did just that.
Her scream still ring in my ears as I walk away… “Take my heart, make with it as you please…”
I ripped it right from her chest with out digesting the words that fell from her lips.
I claimed her for myself along time ago. From the very first moment I saw her I
knew this girl was it, she would be my slave to my tortured idea of love.
See I never knew what love was to begin with… my heart had never indulged in
such silliness; no mine was cold and dark and filled with rage…
That was the familiar for me; I had known no other form of emotion.
Even now the thought leaves me nauseas and a funny taste in my mouth.
This was her own fault. I never forced her into the scene, but I knew
right from the start, that every good feeling she could ever feel would be suffocated by my hunger to devour it. .I couldn’t stand her sweet gestures, her constant I love you…
It sickened me to the core, I became more determined to pull her into my world.
Oh she enjoyed it… the constant arguments, the tears running down her face… oh she enjoyed it. I had welcomed her into my dark derailed world and there was no turning back…
that I would not allow…
So your honor when she said I should take her heart I did just that...
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