Sequel

The breaking machine,
Has done it again
Hurting that girl
The best that he can.

His intentions were good
He loved her so much
But this incident
Proves my theory, life sucks.

He misses her voice,
And her aura too,
He's left with one choice,
He knows what to do.

Confront the bitch
That keeps them apart
That cold, cruel, sick woman
Has the blackest of hearts.

Disregarding our suffering
I must speak with her
I'll allow her my presence
And scream her my words.

Ignoring my presence
Ignoring my thoughts
I rise up my fingers
That bitch can rot.

My back to the wall
My eyes on the ground
I'm lost in a daze
Before a distant sound

I listen closely
Awaken from my daze
I knew this would happen
It's not just a phase.

I rip off my shirt
Stethoscope to my chest
To aid my hearing
Which isn't the best.

I know what it is
Whats happening in my heart
A loud echoing crack
As my heart rips apart.