The pieces laid their all over the floor
each one a broken memory of a true love
My hands bloody from ripping out my own heart
but I don't remember how
blood dripped from my fingertips
watered down with my tears
looking like red wine has taken over my soul
then I drift off to sleep
in this room full of sorrow
and God whispers to me
it's time to clean up
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