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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A hipsters weary heart...


Oh weary soul of mine
Please hush your sobbing now
This pain will fade in time
As much as you allow
Eyes tainted with the blood of your heart
Cut loose this useless annex
Its laceration shreds you to parts
Parts that once held swiftly
That moved you through the day
Deteriorate from the poison
Acidic there they lay
Your cries they leave me weakened
Exhaustion claims my lucidity
You dug your own grave darling
With your own frail hearts stupidity
Exemption shows no favor
To the devils trivial tools
Did you think that "Love" would save you
Sleeve singed with the trade mark of a fool
The river Styx don't love you
Water slipped right off your heart
Your Achilles tendon has destroyed you
You were ruined at the start

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