Heartaches Fool

It rips off like a bandage dried to staples and stitches, It like being alone at war around bodies stuck in the trenches, It doesn't rip out your heart, It tears at the muscle fibers until there no heart, Cold and countless it seek to murder, An assassin from start, Amid the ruins were passion lived and fell, Upon the river of black water and blood, Like run off on a dry well, Why does it taunt and haunt me till in hand, To see the silver lining, We will travel that dark land.
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