Thoughts of a dying heart

Documents anger and hatred as a passionate relationship goes sour and dies.

The regular date
for my rape
I'm sick of seeing red.
Calculate
humiliate
my death has long been dead
To retaliate,
with lustrous hate,
would be your greatest pleasure,
this pointless stake
you're deemed to break
will be the final measure.
For every ride
I never hide
I'm here for you to bleed me,
put pain aside
and realise
there's nothing left to hurt me.
Your juice runs dry
you touched the sky
but dug your way to get there,
baron lies
blind your eyes
I guess this makes it seem fair.
The time has come
to drop the gun
confused to this we drink,
but do not fear
to bring me here
I'm stronger then you think.