My True Soul

*RIP*

Caustic, gun-metal grey claws
reaching into me
grasping my heart in one paw
grasping my soul in the other.

Squeezing my heart ever so slightly,
creating great tension on the tissue,
Carefully causing the delicate tissue to break.

Cuts begin to appear
the crimson blood runs smoothly down atrocious claws
before splattering to the soon desecrated ground.

The steely claw releases my heart,
letting it beat freely,
while the crimson juice crusts over.

My soul writhes inside of the closed argent claw,
wanting to be let free from this black hole.

Its grip is tightened even more,
my soul cannot take much more before
being compressed into void.

The grotesque spinous maulers
craved more destruction.

My heart came under attack once more.

The crimson crust had not disappeared,
but it did not yield any protection to the fragile organ.

The once unscarred tissue was split even easier,
Crimson blood flowed down the steel claws,
pelting the desecrated dirt.

Demoniacal claws glistened red,
before being washed and returning to gun-metal grey.

And the only thing left of my heart,
lay on the dirt in strands that made a tangled muddle
while the dirt covered it and the spilled blood dried black.