Did you enjoy playing with my aorta? How was it? Does it feel good?
Did you satisfy yourself as you were gripping my atrium so hard ?
How does it feel like touching my Vena Cava?
Is it rough as your hands? Is it hard as your conscience? Or is it soft as the wallflower weeping in pain ?
Did you laugh so hard when you kept on pulling my veins, that made me almost die?
How was it to cut every piece of my muscles without my notice?
Does it make yourself looked comely?
Tell me if you feel tired already, so I could find some ways to heal what you've broken.
I'll try to wrap it up even though every inch of my soul is hopelessly dying.
This is my fault, giving my heart to someone who was bound to destroy every piece of my fragile heart.
I should've known, you were a ferocious chaos, to bludgeon my weak naive world.