Burnt Trinket

Bite this trinket of mine
A useless box to you
Full of sweets
Dull with love
Blacken this trinket of mine
With the soiled remains of our bond

Have you finished yet?
Defiling my every inch of soul?
If this be Heaven, I'd be out of feathered wings
If this be hell, I'd be out of fire to consume
You've left me in the middle of it all
Empty and alone
Why has your heart done this to me?

This trinket of mine
You've chosen to throw it to the void
Empty of feeling
Derranged with regret
Like a mime, it can only pretend
To see, to do, to believe...
My poetry's left my being

Blood-thirsty demon
I've got no energy to fight on
You've taken it all
Tell me why you loved me so...
Only to throw me back into the burning sun
If I was not enough
Why'd you lead me on
Into thinking future's exist?
Without you I've got nothing left
And...

This trinket of mine
Dead, silent, unmoving
Bruised and scathed
This trinket of mine:
The heart of a betrayed love
Bleeding words in ink
Until the parchment holds no more
And then burns into ashy prose

Tears won't come
Smile's are nothing but a memory
Bothering not to have faith
In this trinket of mine
Your fire consumed it all
The day you left