Left out to dry

The vacuum of your disposition siphoned the blood from my heart

Skin and bone fractured from the start

Rendered as an eternal distraction

Sleep well tonight my dear Marigold 

For I have no sword to spare

You have wielded mine to inflict mortal damage

Bleeding out slowly to the psalm of your artificial tongue

Eyes of manipulation and mutilation

Succeeding in herding a man to the end of his trepidation.