TORTURED HEART
TORTURED HEART
With tortured heart and hollowed soul
and head hung deathly down,
his feet cemented to the floor,
guts spilt upon the ground.
His blood runs hot and cold alike
betraying his commands.
his face the shade of rage and shame,
crimson and cloaked in his hands.
Sullen and silent he will not deign
to speak her name aloud,
as new reality staggers in
neath desolate dark cloud.
T'would not ease the pain of jagged gash
where heart once beat in chest.
Nothingness has no end or cure,
yet lives at his behest.
Embracing endless emptiness
is all that's left to feel.
Combing over memory lane,
forbidding wounds to heal.
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