Burning Bones Poem by Beatrice Preti

Oh, you think that this is funny? You think that it’s a game?
You set my heart on fire, but left me burning in the flames
Burning bones hurt much, much more than broken, bloody hearts
But let me see how loud you scream when I rip yours apart
Oh, don’t be shy! Just step this way, inside this shadow’s hell
Do you like the scars I boast? Would you like some as well?
Do you hear the screaming from the pits of broken souls?
All the ones you played with and left hanging, full of holes
Hearts are hard to live without, and burning bones can’t bear
The weight of sins and pain and loss and all those worldly cares
But you must not have realised this, because you don’t seem to care
Your sphere of madness eliminates all hope from everywhere
Tonight I’ll fight a duel with you, but it’s one that you won’t win
Because your head his full of lies, and your heart is full of sin
That much sin is far to heavy for you to vanquish me
And so I’ll have my sweet revenge, and you’ll fall, finally