No Title, just pain

Pain in my heart, bleed out

Just leave now.

I do not need you anymore

You’re causing a torment

ripping me apart

I need to cry

But not a single tear appear

I am losing everything I once was

To the thumping, nerve shaking, shredding pain

It is my heart in an microwave

“We are slowly cooking what was defrosted” – Says the heart

It’s leave of the winter has made it weak

The heat of the summer shall harden it

It is your torment

Not theirs or thems

Pour the blood to the ground

And see! no pain comes out

It has embedded its claws

It’s there until it beats no more

[Ruptes]
{2018}

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