Let The Bleeding Heart Be Destroyed
Do you hear me yet.
Such a simpleton.
Such a quaint ugly little man.
Dropping names out of the darkness.
Where did they come from?
Where did he come from?
And why is he here now?
What could ever satisfy the need of reason?
The logistics of a screwed up disease.
A simple sneeze, and it spreads like an uncontrollable wild fire.
The echos of it will bring you to your knees.
Digging a knife straight into your mind.
Trying to block out the blood curdling screams...
But nothing works, nothing ever works.
So desperately wanting feel nothing.
Becoming the emotionless brick.
Building the walls of emptiness.
Becoming the king of voids.
Another bleeding heart has been destroyed.
Watching everyone turn into the ash of the past.
Prayers be with those soon to be forgotten.
And then hes gone, then hes gone.
The dark cloud can never be lifted again.
A veil made out of pure steel.
Locked up tight.
With eyes wide shut we try to rebut.
But it is already too late.
It is always too late.
Forgiveness for who?
He does not need it anymore.
Apologizes grow with the sickness of this rotten sycamore.
But we do not understand, it is too late it does not grow anymore.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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