Heart Beat
the empty sorrowlast in the
endless dark
i can only hear
the beat of his heart
I'm unsure if life
has taken my sorrow
to make my life
joyful
and as i walk through
the valley of death
no evil there
can scare
my already
withering soul
non but the thought
of blood upon my hands
while his heart beats
slows down
what hurts me
the most
is the though
that i may never
hear that beautiful
rhythm again
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