Return My Heart



Oh most vile of assassins
you've waylaid my heart.
In that deep cavity where lay
a vibrant, pumping thing,
now is empty, barren
torn out by your inhuman hand.
Like a thief in the night
you cruelly came into my life
tentacles reaching, steadily
taking all you found there.
Cruel fate brought us together
to this end may I only rest,
oh obnoxious wretch...
return me my heart.


Kay Ekwall ©





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