Sick Melody

You take somebody else’s heart
and shamelessly call it your own.
You trample it and tear it apart
As a broken Dictaphone,
repeating every word you say
forgetting everything you’ve ever know
because they’ll never want to go away.

Your crush the organ, squeeze, cut, eat,
Until it is shaped like your own.
All you want it something to beat,
to break their fragile bones.
Tearing each limb from their body,
till you are all utterly and all alone,
orchestrated with a sick melody.