The Ripper


The heart cracks a little
Fragile to the flow of air
Ripped out of the chest
Big hole formed a-wrecking
Accompanied by regret
Drifting in different directions

Illusionary escape
Begotten by a storm
Upon impossibility
The heart stops aching
The mind stops thinking
Why should time be wasted?

Shaking off the spell
White teeth in wicked smile:
“I never wanted anything
but your heart – It’s gone.
You have nothing more to give
just a ghost that haunts my gaze.”