You tore out my heart,
you stole my brain,
you cleared the blood,
but the stain,
It wont go away,
it won't leave your head,
it won't let you forget,
how you left me dead,
Upon the floor,
blood on the table
leaves you thinking,
how you were able,
To do such a crime,
without a trace,
of guilt or compassion,
upon your face.
Declan Barwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-a-trace-8/
