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Ode to His Broken Soul
The ebb and flow of time beholds
A heart torn to shreds beneath his own hands
Below the emerald moon, an ode to his soul
Is crafted by the blood shed from within
Eroding away at the deepest of his core
A current as strong as his hate of himself
His heart of ice, easily broken therefore
His guilt unfathomable, his spirit disheveled
Those eyes, his eyes that flood with tears
Which serve no purpose, much like his flesh
Only to remind him of his horrible fears
And the scars that keep him in eternal unrest
His pain self-inflicted, he has no control
Over the canyon betwixt the sane and loss thereof
Beaten steadily into the ground, he unfolds
An impossible task; he is incapable of love
As the lie becomes truth, he reaches out in the dust
Clawing and grabbing for something within
At last he grows weary of trying; the rust
Invading his lungs reveals his unforgivable sin
His family destroyed, friends left him forever
Several daggers unwound in his decaying heart
The love he had found, he threw into the nether
Evil consumed his spirit, making happiness depart
Forlorn was his plight, his life started to crumble
And amidst the fog, he looked back to his fall
Not a thing from the past made him stop his tremble
In the mist of his sorrow, he regretted it all
Eons he stood, crying out, but in vain
In the end he fell exhausted at the front door
Clutching his heart, he made a last groan of pain
A last ditch effort, an attempt to deplore
But he would always be suffering, he would love
Quoth the raven, nevermore...
http://kaosknight.deviantart.com/art/Ode-to-His-Broken-Soul-79117450
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