A heart beats still
After being extracted
From ones chest, torn
From it's home deception
Induced such a mess
Wounded by stories Ones
Told by false tongue,
Enlightened by the truth
Encouraged a withdrawal
Of air from ones lungs
In a bout with oneself
The winner awarded
With oxygen, the
Joy the victor endures
Could never exceed the
Pain that lingers within
Thoughts of such
Betrayal lends a
Hand to this hideous
Act, mental repetition
Punctures and lacerates
One with facts
Constant blood lost
From open wounds
Influenced by love
Loss, one turns to
Prayer but such pain
Show no remorse
Relentless torture upon
One who possessed such
A passion, living absent
Its presence is like a request
For a daily bashing
One lives but now lacking
there very reason to exists,
A separation was In need
A departure from love now
Greatly missed
If your one who lives with
The death of that special love,
Keep in thought even with
Great loss a greater love awaits
Up above, with a price of almost
Nothing he desires an inch of your
time, A wish which requires his
Existence lives freshly in your
Mind
Living with death
After being extracted
From ones chest, torn
From it's home deception
Induced such a mess
Wounded by stories Ones
Told by false tongue,
Enlightened by the truth
Encouraged a withdrawal
Of air from ones lungs
In a bout with oneself
The winner awarded
With oxygen, the
Joy the victor endures
Could never exceed the
Pain that lingers within
Thoughts of such
Betrayal lends a
Hand to this hideous
Act, mental repetition
Punctures and lacerates
One with facts
Constant blood lost
From open wounds
Influenced by love
Loss, one turns to
Prayer but such pain
Show no remorse
Relentless torture upon
One who possessed such
A passion, living absent
Its presence is like a request
For a daily bashing
One lives but now lacking
there very reason to exists,
A separation was In need
A departure from love now
Greatly missed
If your one who lives with
The death of that special love,
Keep in thought even with
Great loss a greater love awaits
Up above, with a price of almost
Nothing he desires an inch of your
time, A wish which requires his
Existence lives freshly in your
Mind
Living with death
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