Drum
My heart is like a broken drum
It can no longer sound
There isn't any will to beat
It's like a silent brooding mound
There is no will behind my eyes
And all my hope is gone
The only thing that is left
Is the brooding of a song
The only thing that I care for
Is my now bleeding soul
The blood that pools within me
Still filling a stained bowl
The blood that splashes brightly
Upon the frozen ground
Is slowly flowing from me
And I fall without a sound
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