It was my heart... Who I was.
It was my heart... Who I was.
It all came to an end one night, tearing me to shreds, a claw like visage on fire like a thousand suns, mercilessly without end it burned the core of me away.
It was the end of my love , torn apart, unrecognizable. Pain unlike any other... then nothing was left. I said goodbye....
I found out what dying feels like, the brink of death is a lonely place.
I found out what fear tastes like, that bitter drink of despair, not hope even exists where I am.
I died when it broke. Who I was, had gone.
I don't know how to go on now, without a heart, beating, so full, warmth of light inside.
Without purpose, it's like tearing the spring out of the seasons, winter cold lingers.
No pain, no tears to shed. No fear of hell. No reason. Passion now bereft ... All is dead, no love is left, in this shell.
It all came to an end one night, tearing me to shreds, a claw like visage on fire like a thousand suns, mercilessly without end it burned the core of me away.
It was the end of my love , torn apart, unrecognizable. Pain unlike any other... then nothing was left. I said goodbye....
I found out what dying feels like, the brink of death is a lonely place.
I found out what fear tastes like, that bitter drink of despair, not hope even exists where I am.
I died when it broke. Who I was, had gone.
I don't know how to go on now, without a heart, beating, so full, warmth of light inside.
Without purpose, it's like tearing the spring out of the seasons, winter cold lingers.
No pain, no tears to shed. No fear of hell. No reason. Passion now bereft ... All is dead, no love is left, in this shell.
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