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A New Song
My heart bleeds,
symphonies of a thousand songs..
with knives as words..
Hymns made up of guillotines..
My head severed from the rest of me.
A new song was sung,
a few graves had been dug.
I was lost in the battlefield of a war already lost..
I looked upon myself and saw a body riddled, wounded, disassembled.
I felt the void, the abyss, the never lasting bliss.
I saw disappointment, I saw fear.
Yet I was unable to shed a single tear.
© kxng.auteur
symphonies of a thousand songs..
with knives as words..
Hymns made up of guillotines..
My head severed from the rest of me.
A new song was sung,
a few graves had been dug.
I was lost in the battlefield of a war already lost..
I looked upon myself and saw a body riddled, wounded, disassembled.
I felt the void, the abyss, the never lasting bliss.
I saw disappointment, I saw fear.
Yet I was unable to shed a single tear.
© kxng.auteur
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