She hasn’t counted
Since last Friday
All those times her heart’s been broken

All those broken promises
Way, too many unshed tears
Them damned fiends, all preying on her fears

One, she thought a God
Followed him home
He’s never there, and she’s not alone

The innocent is heard the least
Heartache is all she meets
Tainted love, heart of stone, and she’s no longer alone

She thought him a God
Now she’s his *****
Followed him home, he ****ed that *****

Fated decided
Set in stone
Now she can do nothing, because she followed him home

God to Dog
And she his *****
She’s the Evil, their child to Live

She hasn’t counted
Since last Friday
All those times her heart’s been broken

Wow...depressing. Only a few minor errors here and there such as you dont need a comma after One and the last line of the second stanza would sound better as Those instead of Them. Very nice work of art, however, a title would be helpful. Maybe something that adds to the depressing atmosphere of this piece.

Icelord took the words out of my mouth.

Continue writing, though dark, I find your talent in poetry to be quite good. Keep it up.

My talent in poetry? How are you familiar with my work; seeing as this is only the second poem I've ever posted on this board...

However... THANKS FOR THE COMPLEMENTS...
On a side note, any idea's on a title?

Tainted Love sound ok?

I like it, morbid as it may be, and I also agree with the prposed title.

Tainted Love... That's kind of cliche... I Think I'll call it

"Of Gods and Beasts"