My Psychopathic Lover

Laying in the damp gutter, as my decaying flesh attracts the noses of unwanted visitors.
The vultures of my past begin to pick at the corpse of my good memories.

Before he came along I was fine.

But when our paths crossed, I knew my life would forever change. And when our eyes locked, I forgot the world and left it behind.

His carniverous smile dripped with the blood of the naive, eyes dark like his heart while he calmly waited for his next victim. Luring me in without even trying, I was the willing prey to the hungry predator.

Ripping my heart from my chest cavity, hopping to please him, as if that would ever be enough.

I can still hear the haunting sound from a near garbage can, the old soundtrack to my now hollow chest as it longs to be within me, but I cant except it rejecting all forms of emotion to make room for his toxic love.

Half dead, half alive,
When I suddenly realize, that all the pain and suffering is just a cruel little game and I am just another pawn, my life is in his hands as he rolls the dice and moves my piece, knowing that he can cheat and easily find another player for his twisted little game...

But what fun would that be, and what kind of story would that make, if he just let me go.

So instead he decided to take a little parting gift of no importance to him, that i would surly miss..

Walking away from the scene of the crime, leaving me and my broken heart behind showing me what kind of lover... he truly was.