Bleeding Hearts

A broken heart bleeds on the floor

hoping to flood nevermore

An ocean, the colour of crimson, flows,

as the sorrow of time grows,

fading away into the darkness of the nite,

the broken hearts angel takes her flight

into the mourning dust and light

mending all the broken hearts

and all the souls falling apart,

how did this epidemic start?

Gnawing into souls so deep,

making it so love, no one can keep,

the holes grow greater with time,

disintigrating all that is left

of the blackened bodies

the stars will turn you into nothing

and nothing less,

such a beautiful, chaotic mess

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