Tear forth my chest, and through the bone,
Lay bare the heart that once was yours alone.
For in its crimson pulse, you'll find the key,
To every vow I pledged, my soul to thee.
Your hands, unkind, have carved their name in me,
A lover's wound that none but you could see.
Devour the life that beats within this chest,
And claim what's yours, though I be dispossessed.
For love, so cruel, has made me your prey,
To tear my ribcage wide and steal away.
Consume what's left of me, and feast your fill,
For every breath I take is at your will.
O! I am but a hollow, trembling frame,
That once did burn so bright within your flame.
Yet now, as ash, I crumble in your grasp,
And only wish for you my soul to clasp.
Take all of me, and leave not one piece whole,
For what remains is yours-my heart, my soul.
