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Dead Heart

This is murder
Of a life that once lived
Of a heart that once beat
Of hopes that bore dreams
A mere ritual of utter destruction
Breaking and tearing and shattering
And completely wiping out all that was ever a whole
Throwing love out of the window
Performing acts of defenestration
Completely ceasing the rhythm of the heart
Of songs conventionally sung
Of lyrics said with eyes shut
Of a mind and soul of a believer

This time there’s no mending
With the strings already broken
There’s no refining
Fire cannot be re-burnt
There’s no coming back
Resurrection is way past

The dead is dead

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