Washed-up Bride

I see myself broken, Crushed, Heartbroken, And letting my bones dissolve And swept by the ocean. As if Zeus threw his thunder at me, Your love clutched my heart and ripped it off So painfully Utterly aching (I couldn't stop crying) You tortured me insane. So, there came a washed-up bride walking along the harbor pier, Wearing a white gown with bloody splatters. It sobbed, it chuckled in pain. It was my heart, Slit and cut by your love.