Internal Bleeding Of The Heart

My heart is a bruised, battered, bleeding, pulsating blood-mass,

The waves of pain won't subside or pass,

My mangled chest is open, the stitches have been chopped,

I feel like a flower whose head has been lopped,

The splintering bone infects the wound,

The skin is blistering and ruined,

Kill me now and end this pain,

Don't let wounded misery reign,

Badly broken heart outside chest,

Please inject me, bury me, put me to rest,

Their little secrets can't hurt anymore,

Though this pain is burning me to the core,

Kill me now and let me drift off to hell,

Where sinners like I reside and revell 

The End

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