This broken heart,
forever entombed,
in a hidden grave,
made of broken trust,
broken promises,
and a happiness short lived.

This heart keeps beating,
so slowly each day.

More pain entangling,
within the whirlwind of emotions.
Weakening the spirit connected to the corpse.

The pills are red just like the pouring blood...

The cuts sliced...
The many pills taken...
The sleep overcome...
The broken heart not beating...
Another soul taken...
By the angel...
The Angel of Death...

 
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