I have turned my heart a prison
An empty prison
Whose locks could never be opened
It works inside out
The ones outside could never pierce the heart
For only the vacuum I rent my heart
Since the past prisoners have left some irreplaceable marks
A haunted prison that makes no noise
Once that used to remember every voice
No refills would fill the place
Since the storage ran out to space
Oblivion is where this heart dwells
Numb and naked inspite of all the calling bells.
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Temptations
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