My Heart

The blood now flows from deep inside my heart
the hand that holds it shall keep us far apart
and place my love in a box to stay for years
until this heart may love again sans tears.
My heart is cracked, so worn by years of pain
The fragile monster shall not again be plain
Oh, the tears I've cried, the blood I've shed for love
The pain I've felt the Hell I've known from above
My thought my hopes so dashed so torn, so meek
That hate has burned my heart so black and bleak
It is my hand that holds this heart so frail
I'd rip it from my chest to stop my wail
I've loved, I've lost I've cried the tears of white
I bleed this white and prepare for coming night
In the night I'll stay, in the night so dark I'll lie
never to taste a kiss of love I'll sigh
but never again shall I cry…

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