The Bleeding Hearts Club

Bruised and battered about

The story of my worn out heart

Ripped and torn out of my chest

Blood springs forth like a geyser

My spirit begins to drift far away

I am weakened from complete drain

Dying from a complete bleed out

I wander into the abyss of afterlife

Suffering of a bleeding heart no more

My soul is free and I am one with light

I am one with all things that are dark

An inductee to The Bleeding Hearts Club

 

 

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