Thy black heart does keep falling,
Peeling and sliding away,
Down from the wall which blocks thy soul,
Hidden by lock and key.
Does thee not see,
That thou art not me,
Queen of your damned blood-red sea.
For it is thy heart
That will fall apart,
Brittled without glee.
For it twas not love,
From the Heavens above,
To sit between you and me.
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