The News - An Inevitable EndMature

Hole in my heart
And its not even from you
Though you ripped me apart
And you never even knew
Ah, it is I 
To myself do I hew
Give me the axe
And and I will pierce myself through
I dig my own grave
But you haven't a clue
Because I hide behind the layers of ice
Soft petals all grey 
White 
And dry 
Behind dimples and folded hands
Behind an innocent little lie
And though my heart is a gem 
Alone do I cry
So alone I walk the dirt roads with a content little smile
But in your perfect presence I sigh
Because my silence is a service 
And you'll never know why

I'll be the saint
Forever alone
Little and quaint 
Heart hard as a stone

The End

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