Land of Bleeding Hearts
Land of Bleeding Hearts
Pain immortalised in simple smiles, drugged with self- mutilating words.
Their Blood as red as thorned Roses but mine clear as Virgin tears. (The Madonna's silent tears)
Are theirs more painful? I shall not know.
An Outcast like me, a wandering Pariah, is never allowed to weep (BLEED) aloud!
But one thing is for sure,
Lately, I've seen Hearts bleed! Mine bleeds with transparent blood.
Pain immortalised in simple smiles, drugged with self- mutilating words.
They try to lick their poisoned wounds yet more salt is smeared on instead!
Their Blood as red as thorned Roses but mine clear as Virgin tears. (The Madonna's silent tears)
Are theirs more painful? I shall not know.
An Outcast like me, a wandering Pariah, is never allowed to weep (BLEED) aloud!
What utter arrogance I have, huh? To write such a monstrous thing like this.
What Arrogance I have!
What Arrogance I have!
What Arrogance I have!
But one thing is for sure,
I'm a Nothing among the Bleeding Hearts!
posted by FifthHorcrux at 6:58 PM
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