The killer who owned my heart

Desecrated and abused,
But, still... He owns my heart,
His eyes so cold and lovely,
Those bars held us apart.

His tortured soul held no remorse,
For those that he had slain,
He was seeking redemption,
Through his victim's pain.

Though he's trapped in prison,
A few more days to live,
He's killing me soft and slowly,
And soon, My heart will give.

As he sits upon his throne,
This chair meant for his death,
"I love you and I'll miss you."
He said with his last breath...

I could never go on without him,
This killer who owned my heart,
They'll find me cold and lifeless,
Those bars held us apart.