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Bleeding Heart

The Grim ripper takes his tole
Another body
Another soul
Locked in a cage
No way out
But a fit of rage
What do you do when your dead inside
Moving around
With no one to guide
Lost in the sea of life
Confusion of your only light
A bleeding heart
That's been picked apart
With nothing left
But a hope of one
To soon be out done
For a search of a smile
But is it all worthwhile?