Broken Euphoria

With barely a motion, his voice reaches into her chest
And extracts the remnants of her broken heart
Her veins suddenly chilled, her chest gaping with air
The last of her soul dripping down

With her heart in his hands, he feels not a touch
It beats faster in the glare of his eyes
He watches the memories, slicing through, cutting open
Leaving scars and tears in the landscape of it's surface

She breathes in the air that tastes of sulfur
The fire within knows no fuel, no need to burn
Her soul filling her lungs too slow, too black
And discard this trophy, her life, in his wake

Laying on the floor is the corpse of pergection
Her heart blackened and still on the floor
Her demon places his gun in her hand
And it leaves her heart, drenched in tragedy, willing to beat no more...