The Eerie Sound of a Dying Heart

It's a mess
a royal mess
feelings and concocted emotions
clamped and shut in a fuckin drum
snowflakes falling
on a lost battlefield
bones broken like promises
litter all that once was
painted in shades of black and purple
lost prayers to a dying sun
the army of souls crowds the passage
to above and below
angels weep
demons howl
death walks
in a crimson cowl
he reaches through
through and through
time and memory
to shake your fucking hand

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got a beehive in my bonnet, motherfucker.