Bleeding Heart, Dying Soul

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Lashed and cracked. Torn from the chest. A sea of crimson red. The ground comes close, the pain becomes stronger. The suffering is endless and the pain turns to numbness. Holding back the cries and screams. Clutching the hole where your heart use to be.



The bleeding won't stop. Stumble and fall, not giving up. Getting up and continuing on. You feel so real and yet so gone. The suffering is endless and the pain turns to numbness. Lost in a maze. The bleeding isn't slowing, the pain begins blazing. A scream of pain, a plead to wake up from this dream, this nightmare with no escape.


It's becoming hard to breath, the maze seems more and more confusing. The moon above is shining, the blood on the hand is glistening. Stumble and fall, this time staying down. You feel nothing now. The pain feels natural. The suffering is still there. There's only flares. And so you close your eyes, letting the numbing ease take over. The suffering is endless and the pain turns to numbness.





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