Decrepit Heart

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What do you do when there's pain,

Pain inside your heart,

And a red hot rage that you can't contain,

Yet you don't fall apart.

What do you do when you bleed,

When you have a terrible need,

A goal you must meet,

But the pain won't give you gain.

As if blood wasn't enough

And they've called your bluff,

You just needed time,

But to them your a simple mime.

You cry

But all they see is a lie

So they said goodbye.

Your heart now tattered and torn,

Has been Pricked by loves poisoned thorn.

What did we do,

Our tears blue,

How did the chaos ensue?

Since when was my life a giant hangover?

Now when I close my eyes

All I see, are goodbyes,

I know I'm not alone,

But it's so cold,

And a sorrow so overgrown,

Will my story ever be told?

Am I just a piece of hay,

Trapped in a stack a needles?

Always to be pushed away,

An unwanted beetle.

Who knows my heart by heart.

I only wish for a fresh start.

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