I sit here numb and disbelieving,

The authenticity of you only a reverie.

You advise me to be not afraid,

And then you pull out your blade.

Thrust into my heart, whilst slicing my skin,

My tears cry out to the pain from within.

As you carve and you rip to ascertain the place,

Where, my love for you is secreted away.

My love is secluded and shielded in trust,

Yet, you purge with the blade you christened Mistrust.

The delusion you fashioned lay charred in my brain,

Confirming promises of love being in vain.

Rocks plummet upon me to bury love's meaning,

Leaving the inclination to just run away.

I look up to watch the blood drip from your blade,

Unable to kill what lives, you leave the agony of what is.