Ripped right from her supple breasts
Gaping hole within her chest
Fallen to her knees in blood
The anguish that we give for love
Offered up on silver tray
Still beating heart begins to fade
The knife still twisting in her back
Now shines through the gaping lack
Consumed in one fell swoop of prey
The bleeding heart no more can say
It's silent in it's humble state
Feasted on by cruel fate
She slumps onto her fallen face
Eye glazzed over, lifeless trace
The beating heart within his hand
Now is his for full command
He smuggly snarls his request
The silver blade falls through her breast
Undead eyes now flutter wide
Her soul is gone, but still alive
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Kick Ass Cool :)
I really must say this is quite an impressive lil write from ya. I don't think that you are a dark writer for poetry in my opinion BUT considering that this is what your muse ende dup with I am quite impressed. this dark write really reaches the depths of ones very own soul and its incredible. any ways really admire the depth to this piece and love the methaphorical useage as well
any ways keep up the killer work as always & thanks for sharin' 
Tiger
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her soul is hiding in the DARK.
her heart beats for love.
her body tortured through emotion.
neglected happiness substituted by empty promises.
she still breathes not knowing why!
possibly the DARKside of the moon will shine.
reasons of insanity traded from true reality.
your poem inspired me to write one as a comment. hope you don't mind me posting my comment with credit to you for inspiring it, DARK
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Nice dark write you have here. I liked your choice of words for this piece. nicely done
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Wow
This is simply...I don't even know how to describe it. It is wonderful, exquisite.You put a lot of emotion into it. =) Thanks for putting this up.
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