Brutal 'Love'

In the deepest abyss,
Around the corner.
You'll find her heart,
Filled with memories of murder.

She remembers each second,
To the point her heart died.
Every hit, every wound,
No escape, though she tried.

Across her minds meadow,
Into the river her tears formed.
She lies in agony,
Telling the tale of her heart torn.

The brutal truth of love,
Or even if you can call it that.
Will last forever with her,
The memories she could never dispatch.

In the deepest abyss,
Around the corner.
You'll find her heart,
Filled with memories of murder.

-Elizabeth Harris-