Carnage

My heart has been

ripped apart by your

canines.

My soul has been

lacerated to ribbons by your

claws.

I am gasping, begging for reprieve

from the hollowness that now

resides, where you used to be.

Metamorphosis

My eyes spark no

fire in your soul,

my thoughts unoriginal,

unpalatable.

You are indifferent.

I am no more than

a face in your crowded

mind.

You are indifferent.

I must become indifferent too.