They say once your heart cracks it will never
Beat the way it once beat, never un-crack...
And then the jagged line will forever
Be something you can't fill yet cannot lack
But what if your heart...well what if he cut
It as he stood before you with his face
Aligned so that he couldn't see it but
From our of your eyes he smelled the disgrace
What if the knife, he twisted and twisted
So sweat glistened on your skin and its tip
And he gripped it there tight until his wrist
Sweaty and tired it started to slip
As you fell to your knees and the flame faded
He leered at your chest, red and deflated
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