Volcano
Battle scars, erupting hot volcanos......
Who knows where the pieces of my heart are, who does?
I have hidden all my hurt....
You have chased away my will to live!
Pain runs through my heart like red hot lava;
Engulfing and burning, everything in its way!
You killed my dreams, my passionate love,
No more caring or trying to understand!
My sad soul and ice cold heart....
A hard black rock in its stead.
Every fibre of my being, then pulsing, now dying!
My love for you was like an exploding star,
Until your universe collided with mine and smothered it!
The vines of passion have cringed, dried up and died,
Laid to rest in the cold hard soil.
The taste of bitter aloe still lingers in my mouth!
My imagination has gone, leaving a blank dark hole!
My soul is screaming for release, “ just let me go”!
Red hot lava runs through my veins, engulfing my self being;
Me, myself and I have been burnt beyond recognition.
My ashes are floating away on an icy cold wind,
Scattered amongst the black, dark soil.
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