Sapphire eyes.
Bronze is her skin.
Her mechanical heart
Is constructed of tin.
Rusted from tears
That she stowed within.
Damned for decisions
When trusting in Him.
Yearning for affection;
Her attention was stolen
by a tricksy harlot.
Cherry lips; hair so golden.
The pain is internal.
Wedged in deep in her soul,
So she carves out her own.
The scars tally her toll.
She hides in the smoke
Full of makeup and lies;
Wrapped in a mental cloak.
Alone when she cries.
She now lays in a tub,
In a white night dress;
So she will be covered
When they discover the mess.
She starts with the thighs,
Then the wrists, then her neck.
She slides into the scarlet water;
Submerged in neglect.
A demon dog-
In his cunning disguise;
It whispers for harm,
As the Valkyrie decides.
She passes out in her bath,
Drowning in despair.
Deep in a unforgiving sleep;
Though she wakes up gasping for air.
The demon dog spoke of revenge
Not the road to her ends.
She climbs out of the hurt
That she goes to avenge.
She drives to her old house,
On Lundy's Lane.
Soaked in her harm,
As she walks with her stain.
Her bloody footsteps,
From her feet that are bare;
Blot on the floors
And they spot on the stairs.
Creeping into her once lover's room...
He is laying on his back,
With the stark body of the harlot
On his chest, in a heavenly nap.
Awaken by a creak,
Is the dishonest Ed;
Trembling with fear
From what stands by his bed.
Scarlet- the lover,
As she stabs him in the heart.
Scarlet- the walls,
As she hacks it apart.
Scarlet- the covers,
As she paints like Monet.
Scarlett- is all,
Like an art on display.
The screams from the harlot
Soften, as she's drained.
Taken by the Valkari
The chooser of slain.
She painted the bedroom Scarlet,
like her once white dress;
Basking in her new found high,
As she lays on the mess.
A bloodthirsty hunger;
The becoming of murderous ways.
A new found purpose
For the heart of Lisa May's.
From a saddened wife
Medicating with a knife;
She redirected her aim
And she altered her life.
Now the bodies pile up
Everywhere that she goes.
Death to the harlots,
To take away from her woes.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
