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Undead Heart
1 Reviewsan old poem i wrote.
My undead heart beats once again
as these times have come to an end
the clenching beneath my chest
this empty feeling; I can not rest
the darkness healing my broken heart
nurturing my hateful soul; yet it came with no start
he beckons me, should I give in?
saving me from eternal sin?
He calls to me, "child, come and sleep."
Yet you stand there; as if your soul has been reaped
you say with a pleading face;
"Forgive me father, I will always be a disgrace.."
"I sold my soul.."
"I cannot fulfill this role...."
as these times have come to an end
the clenching beneath my chest
this empty feeling; I can not rest
the darkness healing my broken heart
nurturing my hateful soul; yet it came with no start
he beckons me, should I give in?
saving me from eternal sin?
He calls to me, "child, come and sleep."
Yet you stand there; as if your soul has been reaped
you say with a pleading face;
"Forgive me father, I will always be a disgrace.."
"I sold my soul.."
"I cannot fulfill this role...."
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