Oh how my laughs have turned to lamentations.
Each leftover tear burns my face.
My smiles turn to gnashing of teeth.
Fueled by a dead, loveless heart every waking moment, I move.
A mechanical corpse of sadness and anguish, I live.
On my wrists, the shackles of chains from a past long broken.
Every thing has an end.
A sentence has a period.
Joy has sadness.
Love, death.
And my world ended with you.
A desolate place filled with physical darkness, the remains of a once-loving heart.
You crushed my soul like you would a pest under your feet.
I thought you were an angel. Oh, you definitely were. I saw you on earth. A fallen angel, exiled by the heavens.
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