The world blows along our mending hearts
Derided by the whispering sound
Where cradles sink bare, drowning with the used
Eclipsed with the sun by a cruel, smut heart
Ash pastures exist blindly, a pitiless snow
So invasive to reveal in the smile of a man
The feeling is there, but obviously smitten
Plagued with the love by a cruel, smut heart
Melting mountains now waterfalls, wine out of a glass
Pouring like a wound into the eyes of an epiphany
In love and in care, yet maddened inside
Just falling past the void by a cruel, smut heart
Winded skies sink to meadows, breathless, in pain
Gasping in its apparitions that circle the clouds
Flawless in pride, descending towards hell
Infatatuated by a girl with a cruel, smut heart
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