Treasure Island

Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Pale Heart


Drops of blood
from a pale heart
'the blood is the life'
love keeps you alive
I'm dying, I'm dying
I've run out of time
I won't see the sun,
the sun never shines
if no one loves me
I'm glad you killed me
with blood on your hands
you'll live how you planned
you'll never remember
who you ripped apart
they turn babies into makeup
to make you a star
oh, you'll shine so brightly
wearing my broken heart
broken baby
in a jar
do you feel better
my never-mother?
What made you lose control?
What made you hurt my soul?
Why even give me a chance
when you'd already made your plans?
When you never planned to let me breath?
Drops of blood on your hands
as I forever bleed
Oh, just wash away the dirt
and let my poor heart be.

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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