This feeble heart is pounding hard
like a galloping horse digging its feet - deep
Another heart lays quietly asleep.
By choice, I reek of blood.
That moment ended before it began
in a blink of an eye,
leaving my tears completely dry.
That moment ended before it began
in a blink of an eye,
leaving my tears completely dry.
By choice, I was weak and blindly insane.
Now, I stand before this piece of art
admiring the mess I’ve made.
My knees are shaking, hands are dead.
Now, I stand before this piece of art
admiring the mess I’ve made.
My knees are shaking, hands are dead.
By choice, I took a life to be alive.
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