With that skill that was hers alone
She drove her clutches into me
I was dumbfounded

She was hungry
She required me entirely


All that's left is here to remain
It's a dull and cruel pain
That passes the ages unaltered

Her stamp is in my heart
I still feel disemboweled
I clearly retain

A blank
The void
The sore in my soul

The mark in my heart
Her acid reign


Hot sun, global fun
Needed action, start to run


And that voice that was hers alone
Still resounds in me
She left me dislocated

Disavowed
And twitching
Her rhythm is in my heart

She inspired in me
An acute sense of treachery