When the heart is left
I could not write a word
Nor dare leave my PC
I'm between pen and sword
My death time is ready
What is left of my soul
If my heart 's not beating
By despair have been ruled
This black out is killing
Truth has been my true friend
I miss my friend's feeling
My brain can't take a stand
In such maze it's drifting
I slip in a black void
Don't know where it's leading
Death must be at the end
Due to lack of feeling
May be i'll find a balm
To my poor heart's aching
In nature i'll find calm
And get what i'm missing
By truefeeling
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