Your mouth went running,

I let it go on.

The tunes that tortured,

I never turned off.

My heart crushed,

By the heel of your strum.

I let it stomp.

My senses torn,

By the blades in your voice.

I let it cut.

My soul shattered,

By the ice in your stare.

I let it break me.

My limbs disassembled,

Laying, done, on the floor.

I let it continue.

Your mouth went running,

I let it go on.

The tunes that tortured,

I never turned off.

etta 2009