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Another Empty Glass
My heart is a desolate wasteland
Scourged by the fires of sadness alone
With surfaces made of quicksand
And a core made only of stone
My heart is a ghastly nightmare
Created by thoughts too wicked to tell
With fiendish creatures of lies that scare
And cries heard only in Hell
My heart is speaking in stutters
Unsure from mistakes that come back haunting
Hearing her voice sends shutters
And strangles the will by daunting
My heart is quivering in fear
In the corners of my soul in the dark
Her words heard all too clear
As she broke our undying love apart
