True Heart.

Scorch my tongue in screaming silence,

pierce the eyes in glaring dark,

Delude me in sick melody,

Or suffocate me till breath harks.

Make my life a parody,

My blood, disturbing art,

But fail, you most certainly will,

Call me a hollow heart.

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