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The beat of rain upon the land Broken teardrop in my hand Shattered remains upon the ground My beating heart the only sound A twisted tale chiseled in stone Stories forgotten as the voices drone Heart of ice, frozen in time Far away, bells start to chime The wind whispers through the trees Voices carried on each breeze Cries and sobs drown each bell Secrets kept that no one shall tell A tear cast aside that came to you Reflecting anger and lies turned true A tear that fell, yet went unshed An unseen symbol filled with dread Lonesome night to wash away Heart wrenching pain of another day The shattered pieces of a broken heart Sewn together yet fallen apart Broken tear the remains of a love That burst to flames sent above Heart of ice turned to stone These silent voices start to drone They tell these tales as though the end Was at their side until they send Each tale to lay before these lies Glittering shards of diamond eyes This heart of ice is the only link Chained in black bound by ink Surviving each cay by only a drop Lest its beating was ever to stop As each day slowly wears on The last shreds of hope are long gone In the fields of glass, of diamond lies Unseen by all except dreaming eyes The spirits lie, awaiting the sacrifice That is to be this heart of ice.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 06:04:33 +0000

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