THE BRUTAL HEART

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The pain, the anger, the frustration
The bitterness that comes with betrayal
Love that turns sour
Robbing one of their dreams
The anguish of losing one’s ground
Falling and never rising again

Some will call it madness
I call it a power difficult to harness
Love is pure wickedness
A vice that accompanies weakness
Turning joy to bitterness
…and warped that which was flawless

With a sharp sword engraved in my soul
Avenge I must before I face Seoul
You call me heartless
I say, I just use my heart less
Brutality mercilessly took my naivety
Brutality assures me of my liberty

An eye for an eye makes all of us blind
However, a heart for a heart… alienates pain!

Comments

  1. AnarikoNovember 12, 2012 at 8:57 PM

    Hey, we haven't written such in a long time. Someone broke your heart?

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    1. AnonymousNovember 21, 2012 at 12:44 PM

      Seems its the nature of my life... a broken heart!

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