HEARTLESS

i promise this time is the last time
with all my shadows crawling into reality
faceless monsters swelling up with each teardrop
it all ends tonight
i promise you i have cupid in my basement
she is dead, chopped up and was severely tortured
i pray for an endless sleep
because living life is an unending nightmare
i have flirted with slitting my wrist
and just blaming it on an imaginary paper-cut
i am literarily the new king of sorrow
when would this hurt go
when would this tightness in my chest go away
something has been missing deep in my ribs 
ever since you clawed through my ribs 
now my heart sits there in a jar you own
amongst the rest you have on your display shelf