Her heart was lost,
Gone with the wind, and shattered in the sun.
Traveling all over and picking up the pieces,
Bruised and bloody didn't help either.
The hacking of the body,
The love was lost once more.
"This picture tells a sad story,"
She said to the corpse.
The dismemberment of all the parts,
A needle slips underneath torn flesh.
"Shoot him up,
Make it look like a suicide."
They made love once,
But murder is born of love.
And love attains the greatest intensity,
In murder.
Her mother always told her,
To stay away from boys like him.
This time she knew why her mother said that,
Because broken hearts crave revenge.
