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Once, if there ever was a love that was found
then it was lost in the same time of it's discover
But the pain lingers for about a hundred times that length
And with that knife it allows all my contents
To splatter on the wall, with it's twisted contents
Of myocardium, pericardium and endocardium
composed of myosin, actin, and connective tissue
and then digging deeper, it's too late
because the blood is pumping and it's fatal
and all I can do is watch as my own blood
is falling unto my fingers as it drips
and it drips with hurt
and it drips with pain
and I indulge myself with every sensation
because it's better then the pain of heartbreak
It's better than the pain of ignorance
That burning, stabbing pain
It's better than that
It's a deep deep mark
to the deep deep spark
that was once lit and now will eventually be gone
and all that is there is fibrous tissue at about 2 months