Death Upon The Soul
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The flame that is within my heart,
Flickers fragile in the icy wind;
Struggling to survive from the very start,
As upon it now many have sinned.
The ocean residing behind those eyes,
Tries not to flood their shores;
But they run blood red whispering goodbye,
As bitter salt erodes right to the core.
The wounds from an arduous journey,
Cut right down to the bone;
As they cause an ache that's burning,
As a soul fades away all alone.
A soul is torn completely apart,
Until it no longer exists;
From a blind and wounded heart,
Thus for death, it no longer resists.