Damned are the brittle young fingers that pelt ivory keys,
To float vivid on forsaken moonlight and die upon translucent seas.
The flow of tender young blood from hearts viciously scarred
To the inferno that burns the love of the innocent, hope is charred.
The tick tocking steel, steals sanity with a pendulum's consistancy
With blue tracks streaking, sliced red with accuracy.
Mental insanity drives an indulgence in drafts of temporary relief,
But whence does the wretchedness of heartache and life ease unworthy grief?
Not a sliver of hope is left in your soul uncharred,
Thus haunted, unstaring eyes hold naught even in demons regard,
Broken hearts hold empty lies, yet full of secrets with no disguise,
Release the blood, tears that cry, every lie is evident in your haunted eye.
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