A broken heart can travel miles, it has heard all the excuses and lies. It dies every moment remembering what's lost, the price it paid and how heavy the cost. The frost on the heart chiseled so precise, split in two from just one slice. The first time remembered and the last you wish to forget. Alas!! It shall travel with you till death, your eyes meet the heavens and the soul meets the truth of what around you lays. You're time runs short and moments so grey. Alcohol and cigarettes consumes what remains. Yet your body lies stiffle in pain, you gain nothing but memories of things you long to forget. You wait anxiously upon your death. It's like a bet with the devil to which you lose soul. As feel yourself sinking deeper into the black hole. Never to emerge and always to fall, tis but so difficult to stand tall.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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