Fossil Heart

Fossil Heart

The landslide wouldn’t subside, and I watched her earth turn inside-out.

It’s not your fault, and it isn’t mine. One day you’ll forget what loves about.

An ending of a story. A legacy lowered into the ground.

Too much damage from a spiteful tongue can spread until the cancer has won.

I bid farewell to the beacon of demons shining through your lighthouse soul.

And when you get old, alone and cold, I hope our lost love haunts you...like a ghost.

And why not choke on the sorrow building inside your throat- because this ring is a memento of your... biggest mistake. Twirling down the staircase of this...downward spiral. Will she follow the normal...family cycle?

The world will eat you if your edible. People will leave you because you’re forgettable. The medicine will sustain you because you’re not able. We’re all alone and unstable.

Why find a significant other when people are evil, and will find another? My heart is ready for betrayal. I can only hope, but will always fail.

Slide your sword out of my heart. Let me bleed into the dark. It’s hard to stare into you face.

Words leave thy mouth and then decay. This one last kiss shall dismiss the love that I once knew. Remember I was there until the end, until the anger overtook you.

Across dark, waving waters that carry her angelic hymns, the emerald-eyed siren conquers the lover within. Drowning the hearts of sailors that fell from their ships. I once enjoyed the destruction at the end of her lips...You may have the world beneath your oceanic trance, but I walk across the water for one last, vengeful dance...

Well, I’m a fool, but who is singing the riddle, siren?...So miserable? Who’s the scaly monster, tyrant?...So innocent? Then, why does my pistol frighten?...You’re all alone, but who made the ripples, You’re lying, your lying to me...Your hiding somebody.

I’m frozen in place like a tree with a face, observing their race and destructive ways. How could I be forsaken? The truth was taken and forged into your own, personal weapon. Pick up your axe and chop at my skin. Finish me off, don’t let the world win. I was mistaken to choose you, sick maiden. Just kill me, or the pollution shall fossilize my unwanted heart, again, siren.

-Sir ßane Ðefiance

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