eaten hearts - No chance to mend.

You speak of such rabbit holes
Like you do them honour
I'd say a lion's den
Once a heart has entered
Never leaves again
Fair game for dinner
all that tasty love
The warmest blood
Drown down that hole
Beneath the pouring flood
Eat the hearts of many
As much as you can handle
Love to a lion
Nothing but a scandal
Play pretend
In the end
Eaten heart's
No chance to mend.