Its just her

The frozen hearts bleed,
the cadavers shed a tear
Of underneath she ascends,
fills your heart in fear.
A fairy of hell
on my blood she dwell

The waking dead at night,
try to catch sleep
in this moon alight.
Hoping to wish a little wish,
you pass on a storm of heart.
Fallen apart.

Moving over the ruins of your heart,
a slithering love falls apart.
Nothing can revive,
the heart doesn’t survive.
How could love be alive?

The breath of grave
The hope of a rest.
Nothing more nothing less.
Some love and some hope.
And nothing more…

If you had a heart,
love would be the pride.
You would be the love.
Nothing I’d hide.


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