Heart exploded, not out of joy,
But out of pain, it couldn’t hide.
It was bright bloody red,
Pieces of flesh flying high.
Like little rubies they glistened,
As they flew in different direction,
Each piece bore a different story,
Would you like to give it a listen?
Can you hear their guttural cries,
Each piece wishing that it dies.
Listen, but don’t go too close,
Else, you shall be destroyed.
Each piece holds a pain so fierce,
If you touch it, you shall tear.
Never again will you be the same
You’ll be consumed by the pain.
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