Death of Clarity Picture

It was the last time she was seen as beautiful. No one could cherish her selfless heart, now that it resided outside of her chest.



Could she ever love again?



As she began to cry, there was blood in its place.

Confusion laughed to himself. He felt he was finally free.
It was his version of death.

As she lay dying, she wished she could sing,

One last beautiful song,



Of how much she loved him,
And how he was wrong,

But he wouldn't find out,
Until its too late,

All thats left in his heart,
Is spite mixed with hate.
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