Obsidian Hearts

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  Obsidian heart


 Made of glass


Cracking at the jagged seams


Drifting apart


The chance has come and past


Reality is not what they say it means


Oh, I can’t live with myself


trapped in my mind


Lost in a maze

  Obsidian hearts do not turn flesh


      They crack and shatter

   Souls are worn and tattered

The teether has broken


Truth has been spoken

  Spilled from ruby lips


And gleaming in emerald eyes

Obsidian hearts

  Maybe they’ll soften

Maybe they’ll melt

Warm days do turn cold


Obsidian hearts

Small fissures

Starting to break once again

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