Cut to Pieces

I feel as if I've been cut to pieces
That my veins have been cut.
My blood is flowing freely
That beautiful scarlet life.

She left me broken and beaten
Left me scarred and alone.
She stabbed me thoroughly
And drained me of my life.

My heart, it has stopped beating.
My soul no longer works.
Everything in me is empty.
I have bled myself dry.

These tears are drying
The last I shall ever cry.
And my body is dying
Slowly dying in its hell.

I wonder if there will ever
Be another like her.
Will my heart beg as it did
For ma chasseure?

It's the first time
My soul has truly ached.
I would have given her the world
But she denied me.

Why did I have to love her?
Why must I still?
Why have I been forsaken?
Why did she place me in Hell?

These cuts are  still bleeding.
The infection has spread.
Now that I am alone
I have become utterly dead.