Blades don't tear skin,
oh no... Its the regret.
Its the regret that tears it.
Anger doesn't suffocate,
oh no... Its the words.
Its the words that suffocate.
Hands don't bleed,
oh no... Its the heart.
Its the heart that bleeds.
Bonds don't break,
oh no... Its the person.
Its the person that beaks.
Eyes don't cry,
oh no... Its the soul.
Its the soul that cries.
When it is so tired;
Oh how the soul cries,
rotten to very core.
When the music inside
slowly, ruthlessly dies,
with joy felt no more.
No matter just
how many tries,
its heart forever sore.
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Mellifluent
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