Beyond the words my heart doth weep, I am no longer whole.
There is an ache inside of me, every softness stole
Plundered all my gentleness, shredded be my soul.
The hollowed recess of my heart, throbs with salty vein
I cannot say the hurt I feel, it falters there untrained.
How will the empty be refilled when I’m holding the pain?
Ghouls of anger etched my soul, I’m strangled by the blame.
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