The Blood of The Heart
I feel the emptiness that dwells in my breast.
The hollow that exists where my heart once was.
Now I stare at the bloodied knife held in my hand.
I feel the weakness that was once a grip strong as iron.
The Blood of my broken heart flows freely upon the stones at my feet and dyes them a deep crimson.
My heart continues to beat as it pumps forth it's life essence to be consumed by the cold, unforgiving earth.
I close my eyes now and welcome the peace that I have craved for so long.
Everything is dark now, everything is calm, everything is gone.
~Matthew Finch~
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