A heart so cold, shriveled and old.
Fed up with fleetful romances and relentless ache.
Crying out against Goodness sake, A feeling no man can fake.
Escaping this fate is ever to late.
No way to vent the hurt except maybe with a blood spurt.
Mutilating flesh, desecrating bone.
Open the squeaky door and expose.
Appearing withered and alone.
Desecrate the chains that enslave
Excivate thy scorn organ from its prison.
Held high for the stars to witness against the night sky.
To his knees the keeper falls
With his last breath the shadow of a man squalls.
Curses of broken hearts and senseless existence.
Amidst the bleek crimson soaked earth lay
The dismal keeper, the scarred heart and the cold steel.
 
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