Your face has a cold expression that resmbles the look of a desperate love clinging on to a breaking heart.
You have the heartbeat of a brave man constantly feeding a pain that sleeps in the wombs of your fears.
Relentlessly your mind searches for salvation in any thought that makes sense of the unrest that resonates deep within the origins of your being.
You have been torn apart and your bloodied hands stain the fabric of your days as you struggle to piece yourself back together.
The highs of your joys have been met by the depths of your sorrows, and because of this, here you stand, naked, alone under a lonely moon with only the sound of your bleeding heart beating in a deafening silence.
How the mighty have fallen, defeated by a smile and a moment...
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Your face has a cold expression that resmbles the look of a desperate love clinging on to a breaking heart.
You have the heartbeat of a brave man constantly feeding a pain that sleeps in the wombs of your fears.
Relentlessly your mind searches for salvation in any thought that makes sense of the unrest that resonates deep within the origins of your being.
You have been torn apart and your bloodied hands stain the fabric of your days as you struggle to piece yourself back together.
The highs of your joys have been met by the depths of your sorrows, and because of this, here you stand, naked, alone under a lonely moon with only the sound of your bleeding heart beating in a deafening silence.
How the mighty have fallen, defeated by a smile and a moment...
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