A dying heart,
In a gruesome time,
While all the hope, love, and desire,
It was still alive,
The awaken fear falls over,
A river of blood that shattered,
Shattered from tears of a broken tragedies,
A lonesome memories.
A dying heart,
The time seemed to be fading away,
While a life that was still breathing,
Through the fallen mist,
Threatening a life,
That was only aching to be loved,
Instead only left a heart that was bleeding,
The faith that were tore apart..
A dying heart,
All those bare promises,
Why only it was left with full with questions,
Question that triggers the anxiety,
The descended tears,
That parish within trust and rightful needs,
Only left a dreadful empathy,
A hopeless memories.
A dying heart,
When will there be another chance,
Another chance to be living,
Without any pain,
Without any hatred in this life that has no dignity,
Will there be another chance for a life to be,
Through the night of ecstasy,
To be living once again.
(c) Kytty Sakuraiba / Scarlet Storm 2015
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