Revenge of the Broken Heart

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A crimson tear and eyes pool blue,

She weeps in silence hating you.

A broken heart mends on its own

Her skin as pale and white as bone.

You wish something could just be done

Fragile feelings are just not fun.

A broken heart on Valentine's day,

Darkness glooms, she has nothing to say.

Left to stitch her hopeless wounds

From sight of you as her last light looms.

Stuck with hope, no, none at all.

She wishes soon she'll someday fall.

As the darkness lurks, she kneels down

Here in this room there is no sound.

Writing out a list of targets

To get revenge on this here town.

Pulling out a scarlet knife

bleached with red from previous battles.

With this tool she'll end a life.

She'll take the one that dares and tattles.

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