Blood Soaked

This goes along with a poem I wrote....

Not to feel,
"Can't be here no more,
I will soon be gone."
I'll cut my eyes out from my skull and give them to you,
If you really want me to,
And kindly hand you that bloody razer when I am thru.
I'd even sew my mouth shut,
But shurely by now you don't give a fuck.
I've ripped my ears for you,
Kept my heart on a leash for you all along.
Now as I lay here dying I sing that sad song,
Of love gained and lost,
My broken soul is now the cost?
Why?
What has the beast done?
But to be called astray,
for this she must pay.
She screams into the scilence hopeing someones there,
But, no one comes to her aid,
She only has these words left to say.
"With no eyes or mouth nor ears to hear,
I can't feel.
Tired of living this way,
I don't know why I even bothered to stay!
And never again shall you shed a tear,
Nor shall you fear my dear,
For the beast of burden has fallen."
Now the beast is dead,
With tattered wings she lies there,
Bleeding, dying, with something carved into her naked hide,
YOUR NAME.