Ever think and ever wonder
That you hit her heart like thunder
Tore it right out of her chest
Left a mark upon her breast
A mark of your possessive nature
The mark of an enragéd creature
Sold your soul to midnight’s beast
On her heart began to feast
You said that you would never leave
But left her in the dark to grieve
The loss of her heart’s other half
Torn by you on his behalf
You let the darkness in your soul
You turned hers into a black hole
Made her crazy, made her mad
Though she knew she never had
Your heart, your soul, your desire
Never made your heart feel fire
Of love, of hope, of childish glee
The only one that felt was she
She felt the love and then the pain
Now she cries out in the rain
The raindrops wash away her tears
The waters wash away her fears
And you, you monster, dark and grim
Boil the water past the brim
Boil her blood, her heart, desire
You can always see her tire
Tire of your jokes, your games
Tire of feeling ashamed
Ashamed of falling for your tricks
Ashamed of taking all your kicks
Damn you, aggressive bastard
The art of hate you quite have mastered
Feed her poison in your word
You can’t make sense of that which is slurred
Oh, but dear, don’t you worry
She’ll be gone in quite a hurry
Out of your way, out of your mind
She will no longer be of our kind
Sweet angel, so pained in this life
She pierced her heart with a biting knife
And still as her breath left her soul
Her body disintegrating as a whole
She thought of you, the horrid monster
Who brought this terrible fate upon her
She thought how you made her burst with love
As if you were a blessing from above

You knew she couldn’t live without you
But even as her face turned so blue
You held on to your use of her
Just as these hateful things once were
So was she, in the past tense
And no one could make any sense
Of why she loved you, dark and grim
Pushing her much past the brim
And now she’s gone, consumed by earth
Regretting so her day of birth
Six feet below, six feet in pain
And on her grave your tears do rain
Ha! You fool, you thing of loathing
The things you’ve done are unimposing
Too late, my sweet, the girl is gone
Her voice but echoes as a song…