The silence echoes across a room of empty souls,
a heart shot to pieces, riddled with bullet holes....
a mind torn in half because of matters of the heart,
a man inspired to embrace his love for art..
hours go by and the body is still,
he feels numb and in need of a pill...
The cycle of love turns into a vicious game,
Filled with immense moments of passion and searing pain.
eyes closed, feigning peaceful sleep,
fighting a pain thats embedded far too deep...
there is no cure except for time,
the only way to kill it is to create this rhyme.
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