Images of Broken Hearts
Dreams fall from the highest heights
Collapsing without a sound in the dark of the night
Shuddering and shaking, their broken bodies bleed
The very essence of life's nuturing seed
Images of broken hearts lure me in false pretense
Their twisted words do their best to convince
Hidden meanings to emerge from murky waters cold and deep
You know, the queit spots where the secrets we keep
Thinly veiled and held close to the breast
They'd be far better off free, but we hold them there none the less
Cruelties handed out, pain received with the ease of a casual kiss
Entertainment surreal, life sublime, there's no where to turn in the fury of
Midnight's hiss
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