
The hollow of the empty heart.
A beat without a band.
My soul has reached damnation.
All by your hand.
When words turn to whispers.
And ghosts have lay me to rest.
May you find some peace.
Upon her living chest.
I feel like I have left the world.
My body all turned numb.
Waiting for the day he will say...
"My dear your time is done".
A sentence on my soul.
By the last words I ever said
"I love you" my heart had cried.
And now I fear its dead.



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