February 25, 2009
By Anonymous

It's a Heart for those whom have no heart
Pray to the hour for a selfish manner
Cry to the Heavens I am alone
Tainted and torn I sneak through the night
For I have no heart, what a simple delight
God calls down upon our souls
We have nowhere to go,
For our hearts take us through the day
I lack what shows me the way
Pain burns in my soul, I soon grow old
And now I'm desperate and alone
Dead is how I feel, the deed is done
Come take me away my devil, I will not run

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