The fire I had for you, now only a blight.
Your disease, once love, infected my blood.
The warmth you gave me, changed to ice.
Your eyes, once sweet, veils me like lace.
The scars you left, stains my heart like cancer.
Your voice, once infatuating, wipes out my identity
The isolation I suffered, beat my life to a pulp.
Your scent, once comforting, scars my appearance.
The venom of your love seeped through me like poison.
Your skin, once velvet, burns my crust.
The hostility I felt carved my passion into disgust.
Your breath, once enticing, overcomes my vision.
The sound of your cello, stroke me down like lightning.
Your kiss, once gentle, condemns my core.
The resonance of your laugh, penetrates my bones.
Your taste, once cherubic, excoriates my breath.
The aggression I went through, lacerated my speech.
Your face, once sacred, prevails my feelings.
The malevolence you inflicted, sentenced my mortality.
Your hair, once refined, eradicates my entity.
The love I felt was destroyed by your hate.
My heart, like a flower, has shrivelled to nothing.
