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Tears of dust Heart of ice The black sky will shine Inside this soul of mine I was happy once And what came over me No one knows No one understands how this fire That burns so hot with in my eyes Came about to reek havoc upon my life I do not know how this heart became so dark Or why the sun never shines The hurt deep within me The dripping blood into the lakes and rivers in my soul Could be a part But will this fire dry the drops Or make them fall faster Why is it my anger always flies When no one does anything wrong When will this thing I call hate Become something worth my time And who will be able to survive the eruption When this volcano of a mind explodes Does anyone have the match That will warm my heart back to liquid Or will it just explode this hatred and sorrow And there’s the end of me Dying not by my own hands, or even a typical way But by drowning in my own ash As my body burns From the inside out by: Athenea
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