20 February 2013
In this bright, shiny cocoon, I conceal my truth. Of what was taken from me in my youth. The bitterness resides within his heart, For I will remit this retribution. At my feet he will fall apart. This unholy writing I presented him, With bloody hands. I will now never be in his presence again.
For he will vanish, away, up in the air, Admittance of my soul's defeat, Had made me stop and stare. Stare, at how bright and shiny his heart used to be, I must have wiped it all out, It is there no more, you see.
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Unholy Heart • Opuss № I