Oh treacherous heart, You foul
beating beast
What makes you so quaint, yet far
more merciless
Than I have the threads of reason
to fathom with
Your disruptive Discordia, Your
anguished woe
It breaks me again and I am
afraid to go to sleep
Lest I lose some tragic flaw that
I grasped once
And held tightly as I traveled
the roads of sorrow
Again I say, Never did I will it
to be of this way
Before I held all that I knew to
be of any value at all
Though when I opened a broken
hand it was gone
Seems that everything that you
must hold on to
Has a knack for breaking you as
it slithers further away
Yet still I war, I war with a
heart both raw and tender
This is ever the only answer for
how I know to be
Foolish though I look, I see the
world quicker than sound
And I worry not what judges roam,
feasting upon my tide
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