Get up on those feet
Dried tears, discord of melody
Done harm to the soul of the rose
Hollowed chest
Still refraining from emotions
Won't work anymore
I can sense loneliness
Amongst this crowd there is one poor heart in great distress
Emerald petals below the radiant rubies
Amethyst wings fluttering before them
That crusted heart has grown cold
While those eyes reflect a sense of inferiority
Wind carries the stench of an idle hatred
I can feel it
Where are you?
I encounter a lucid heart
Arduous complex words do not hide you
They tear you from inside
And you're helplessly watching as they devour everything
It's literally falling apart
There's nothing can be done to prevent it
Get up on those feet
It is the discord of melody
No need for harmonious prayer
And the heart shatters
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