Clenched fist
Upon thy breast
Where thy heart did lay
Gaping hole
A bloody trail
Leading all home
To me dearest
Loving one, he sits and prays
His key, thy life
His gift, thy soul
His love, thy impression of mine
To vast to hold
Enduring silently
Painful awaiting depature
Leaking of the chest
Dropping south, pass grass and stones
Molten heart of day
Unto thy fiery pits of hell
Where thy heart lays, feverntly
For you to take
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