Heavy is the Heart

Heavy is the heart of the man who sits and ponders

Scattered fragments, confusion and dillusions of grandeur
Splintered throughtout a havock stricken cerebrum
Ill with pain

Love, a trains foundation bares the brunt
Straight and true are the tracks of its soul

Desire, a twisted heap of cars and chaos upon which it lays

Sorrow laiden tears drip from blood stained eyes

Beyond grasp are they whose extended arms reach
Tangible solutions so distant

Lonliness his pulse breeds

Heavy is the heart of the man

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