Undead Longing

Can you see?
Its scraping inside to get free.

Hollowing me into a shell.
No, no one can tell.

This pain will hide until it tears through my core.
Leaving me as scraps on the floor.

Stains of blood and skin in the room.
Nothing left for my tomb.

How truly revolting my love is.
Yet my heart still tries to crawl to his....

Can you see it pulse? Watch it move.
What does it have to prove?

There is no purpose, no hope.
No reason why my heart still copes.

But until his heart it again meets
There is only pulse by pulse and beat. By. Beat