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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