You entered my body
And reached for the heart
Twisted it as per your fancy,
battered it, until all emotions ran dry
and escaped with a whimper.
It moaned, suffocated and yet did not die;
For it started throbbing again with hate
While you held it in your hand
Without any remorse.
You then reached for my soul
Hurt it so deep
That a scar remains now in place
Where my spirit had died.
Look upon your work, take pride
For turning me into an ugliest species.
