The Power of Words

Cut straight through my heart,
And torture all my wounds,
For as empty as they are that would be a start

Pick apart my soul
And shatter my sanity
Neither of which are whole

Feast upon my pain
And torment my desires
Until there's nothing left to gain

Kill my only mind
And pick apart my life
Leaving nothing left to find

You've torn apart my brain
And ended my desires
Now I feel no pain