End,my sweet, end

When does it all end?
Death?
Of the body or the heart?
Because the pain keeps throbbing,
As though I’ve just taken the hit.
And the lacerations still weep crimson tears,
Fresh as ever.
Though I’ve been wounded,
for a lifetime already,
Because of you,
And your betrayal of my trusting heart.
And the promise you made to it.
You, my executioner,
hold the dagger still.
A macabre prize,
That tore – is tearing – my unsuspecting heart,
That dripped – drips- bloody love.
You killed me,
Killed me from the inside out.
And somehow you are still killing me,
Even from your grave

Mush