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Haunting voices scream endlessly into the night,

As she sat there watching the blood slowly flow and drop upon the floor.

A crimson puddle reflecting a salt stained face of sorrow.

Her heart broken by fear and the pain of loss,

So many nights of silent tortured screams stuck in her throat.

That day…that time when her world fell consumed by darkness…

The hole carved straight through her, seeping her decaying insides.

A black heart…frozen in place for eternity,

The life of an immortal broken body…that does not heal…

She is suspended in a world once held dear to a once beating heart.

Her sorrow is not her own but the worlds she was once to protect.

Her dying child so young, she wilts with grief.

This immortal mother living for eternity dies with each passing day.

How many scars does she have to suffer?

How long can she last?

When will it end…for her?

High pitched screams of anguished souls dying slowly,

The whimpers of a thousand broken and bleeding hearts, I hear loud and clear.

Torturous thoughts invade my mind; they wither in pain and uncertainty.

Seeking for someone to listen to their pain, their fear, and dying hopes to which I lend an ear…

Tears slowly fall as I realize these voices saturated with despair are all mine and no one else’s.

How much can one take before they snap and completely break, for ever more?

Salt stained cheeks, eyes hallowed out, no beating heart…broken and dead inside.

All the pain and rejection thrown at me, has broken me down, tore me to pieces.

The soul has finally died its long, slow death of being beaten down, repeatedly.

The body steadily follows suit, paling and moving mechanically, stumbling along.

Collapsing in a heap of sorrow, a broken human I am.

The final release is my freedom from my suppressing cage of agony.

Now I fly free, killed by a broken heart, a tortured soul, now my burden is gone.

It hurts me to admit that I love you,

Knowing that these feelings are but a waste,

Stabbing me, choking me, and scaring too.

Though that one little heavenly taste

Was all it took to make me cry red tears.

Don’t want to be the one trashed in the end;

An endless room filled with broken mirrors,

My solace, a broken, sad place to mend.

But I can’t let you go not now, not ever

In this place of pain I must try, for love.

Or at least try to find that small lever

That will release me like a white dove.

My wasted love, wasted life, will fall

Straight down into the Devil’s special hall.