Shattered

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Gothic

To die a thousand deaths in hell below

Could not come close to the pain I’ve bestowed…

I know your sorrow

I know your grief

I stole your love,

So call me a thief.

Shattered is your heart,

And pieces upon pieces it lies, miles apart.

My fist of malice and ill- willed intention,

Has opened your pain to a new dimension.

SHATTERED.

I know the sorrow.

But I’m worried about what will happen on the morrow.

For love is a delicate and fragile beast,

A monster run rampant, that will never cease.

An innocent victim of the beast,

It’s misery rising, rising like yeast

But on the morrow this creature will feast,

The beast of the sun will rise in the east.

SHATTERED.

Your heart lies there,

But I don’t know what I can do to repair.

Nothing I say or do will fix,

A broken heart, which I transfix.

YOUR HEART LIES SHATTERED, ON THE GROUND

THE BLOOD LIES SPLATTERED, TATTERED NOW.

YOUR HEART LIES SHATTERED, ON THE FLOOR

“But love was an eagle, and I let it soar….”

If you want to kill me, I won’t stop you.

I’ll even give you a knife to DO IT, too.

But think when your stabbing and ripping my skin,

It isn’t ME your hurting my friend.

I understand your pain, like charred coal in the furnace of love.

Blackened spirit, and an endless field of darkness.

Stab me; slash my flesh and bone,

Mutilate my carcass, and desecrate my body.

I would LET you do this in my own name,

But I beg you, think before you place the blame.

It would not hurt me; I’d stand the pain,

A knife is an object to suppress the flame.

But when you stare your love in the face,

You might see me staring back, from the endless space.

SHATTERED PIECES ON THE FLOOR

I KNOW, BELIEVE ME, I’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE

LOVE WAS AN EAGLE AND I LET IT SOAR

Just think before you ask me to walk out the door…