Her Cardiac Arrest

The artist paints with blood and tears,
Blending pain and coloring fears.
Her brush is armed with scars and hate
Try not to love her, before it's too late.

Breaking hearts is her profession
Her audience - a funeral procession
She'll carve it out with a smile on her face
Without a blink of care, with no love to trace.

Her work is done, her masterpiece finished
Every ounce of happiness in him diminished,
She weeps for the blood that stains her hands
Before her next victim eagerly stands.

Beware of this monster, this creature so vile
Understand, please, before you put her on trial
That my heart had stopped beating all the while.

© 2009