Hearts abused and battered.
Taken for granted,
by fools who shattered.
Beauty.
More foolish still,
those who thought there was,
no heart.
When the core was a cavity,
broken apart.
Oh, how ignorance makes,
such a faulty hypothesis.
When treated with an emptiness;
fallen abyss.
Blood still,
makes its winding course,
through otherwise broken body.
Each touch,
brings reverberation.
Do not disclose this.
They could be one of them.
Toying with your soul,
for novel amusement.
Breaking your strings.
Dislodging your joints.
Weathering your smile.
Hiding is better,
than letting them,
kill all that you are.
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