They hold my spirit still
Forcing me to stare
At my own corpse
Clutching all innocence which was left
Sharing my soul
Offering it to the devil
They possess me
Forcing me to watch as they tear apart my skin
Knives and blades slicing in
The pain in my chest is a burden I endure
Delving into a Feeling which shall be no more
As my body becomes a facade
Which they pull and rip apart
I realize
This type of love is an art
A.M.