My heart is still bleeding,
as my mind is still sieving,
the news I'm receiving,
is only deceiving,
For some say its looks,
giving fantasy of crooks,
After being caught like a hook,
like some character in a book,
Her velvet was red,
resembling my heart as it bled,
As I walked to be fed,
now sitting in regret,
As she walked toward,
her waist swinging side to side,
knocking reality off me,
trapping me in fantasy,
She held my face
with red claws,
with her red lips,
she gives me the kiss,
with a spell of death,
Her words speared into my ears,
reminding me how I suffered,
for years, holding gears,
only to get fears,
Those trapping my brain,
in a cage where she reigns,
shrinking my speech,
and making me beseech,
Her nails were filled with blood,
completing her look, red,
after stabbing me in my heart,
making me fall apart
