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Blue eyes of a devil
pierce like sharpened swords.
Cutting the one they concentrate on,
keeping a point on the throat of care.
A strong and stubborn head
butts against the heart,
breaking the emptiest of chambers.
Contemplating what is no longer there.
A war on the beautiful land,
waged by the ugliness within.
A victory for loss, and a loss of everything.
the tyrant’s head is cut away.
A weak heart gives no life.
A life that once sang.
It beats to a stop in the fight.
It dries out and kills the one it was for.
A war on the beautiful land,
waged by the ugliness within.
A victory for loss, and a loss of everything.
the tyrant’s head is cut away.
An empire of greatness falls to the weak.
Its sweet life is bittered by me.
I sing this elegy I made.
I sing the song of my crime.
Soon the ruins will fade.
But I’ll still fight for this time.
pierce like sharpened swords.
Cutting the one they concentrate on,
keeping a point on the throat of care.
A strong and stubborn head
butts against the heart,
breaking the emptiest of chambers.
Contemplating what is no longer there.
A war on the beautiful land,
waged by the ugliness within.
A victory for loss, and a loss of everything.
the tyrant’s head is cut away.
A weak heart gives no life.
A life that once sang.
It beats to a stop in the fight.
It dries out and kills the one it was for.
A war on the beautiful land,
waged by the ugliness within.
A victory for loss, and a loss of everything.
the tyrant’s head is cut away.
An empire of greatness falls to the weak.
Its sweet life is bittered by me.
I sing this elegy I made.
I sing the song of my crime.
Soon the ruins will fade.
But I’ll still fight for this time.
Yeah, I'm a screw up.
© 2006 - 2024 bitterregret
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I don't think your a really a screw up. Maybe just need to work on sharing your feelings insted of pushing the person/ people away. I think your writing's getting better.