Imprimir The Death of a Woman\'s Heart by Tristan Robert Lange

Sitting in the dark,
The woman sheds a tear.
She slowly moves her mouth,
As she spits out the ramblings
Of a shattered heart.
If you listen really carefully,
You can hear the injured heart.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it skip a beat?
A strange demon walks up to the woman.
But she cannot see it.
For it is the ghost of her past,
Coming to haunt her in the present.
The demon jumps into her soul
And enters into her heart.
The demon then pulls out
The knife of a thousand burdens,
And stabs the aorta.
Blood begins to leak out,
And fills up her lungs
Until the woman drowns.
The woman lies in the dark,
As the blood pours out of her body,
And onto the floor.
Her heart is dead now,
And so is the woman.