Just like an anvil of pity,
I am the blacksmith of hammered memories
and lead filled tears.
As the cast iron heart that was molded from your smile
Cracks under the heat of a furnace
where your heartbeat used to pound.
And as eacg thud echoes through the steam of molten hypocracy,
I can only dwell on the wake your eyes created with my soul
Like the sharpest arrow in cupids arsenol
Or the double edged blade that was my arrogance.
I guess all thats left of our lovely inferno,
is the ash sweeping throughout the wind
Like a pheonix with clipped wings.
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