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Broken Soul

Put your smile on your face kid, yea that's right, and forget about letting them know. Wipe your tears, pull that knife out your back. There you go. Play soldier, with your head held high, and smile like a champ. Now forget the pain and rip out, rip out your damned bleeding heart.The heat of it. A thousand cindering tongues licking at your very soul. Corruption lurking in shadows, and yet there is no shade. Just shards that cut like razors in your chest. These are just the mistakes we make, coming from chances we shouldn't have taken. Is there any better way to say go to hell that E Tu Brute? And Caesar fell. This cataclysmic apocalypse, tearing the demons from your chest, and making them real. A century deep, yet sixteen years true. Sparkling vision as the tears come. Wipe them now, don;t let them see the pain that lurks inside of me, inside of you, inside of every broken soul this world can muster. And through all this drunken rage you find a peace three years deep. Now wake up, and remember those years are rotting in some gutter next to Edgar Allan Poe and his Raven. Nevermore! Put that smile on your face kid, and forget about letting them know how dead you are inside. Wipe your tears, and pull that knife with that glistening hollow-point smile, Forget the pain, and rip out the Damned. Bleeding. Heart.





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