My perfect sky, torn; my perfect past, shattered.

His light breaks forth from my darkness, my jagged edges like ghostly silhouettes in the deep,

scrape marks in the pattern of your name.

Your mouth was a sewer of lies, your words like maggots gorging themselves on death.

Tear me apart.

Rip me open,

my heart is a bloody mess in the aftermath of your war.

His light breaks forth from my darkness, my insides have spilled outside of me

the end is laid bare before me.

Find my pieces and gather me up, stitch me together a new body, a new heart

Tear me apart

Rip me open

heal what is dead in my heart.

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