It Has Been Torn...
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
Bringing the pain back into the light.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.
This chest growing heavy, filling with dread.
Could not lift it up, with all of my might.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
Don’t touch that, take this heart instead.
The thought of the toxins, fill me with fright.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.
These visions and nightmares dance in my head.
I could even have wings, and never take flight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
Nothings been seen, and nothings been said.
For nothings been heard, and no ones in sight.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.
The soul must be dying, for all fear has fled.
Not god nor devil could understand my plight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.
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