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heart so true
were it to exist
no they are more like
silicate hearts
born in fire
made of glass

something twists inside
delicate mass
fragile rhythm
this slow suicide

glass soul
sitting under pitch black skies
like disregarded lullabies
until it shatters

better to have hearts of stone
better off alone
they beat
invisible

bitter and cold
somewhat callous
somewhat old
better not be a heart of gold
those that are easily sold
when it comes to pass

maybe tomorrow
maybe today
it all fades away
the heart of the matter lies

in the lies and the sorrow
stillness of crimson remains among
somewhere on the tip of the tongue
it’s the bitter taste of lost love

draining out of your heart
like life blood
watch the wasted time as it runs