Hearts of Stone

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A heart of stone is something that everyone has, something that at some point one creates himself. It is necessary, but only the brave shed their stones later on; what comes after is a beautiful gem - A transformation of a lifetime. Often people get so addicted to their stone hearts that they absorb it forever, covering themselves with an angry, raging shroud. People grow angry on things they cannot do for themselves - against themselves; The biggest barrier is the own soul, not something external.


Hearts of Stone

With hearts of stone we carry on,

Weak imbeciles pretending to be strong,

Cover the horrors with laughter or anger,

Pretending to be intrepid to danger.

But even hearts of stone need to moan,

Not with comfort, but all alone,

Tears in them the world shall never see,

Even when they drown in the sea of misery.

Hearts of stone eventually fall - joining other stones,

After a wretched life of blood and bone,

They are not easy to spot in the crowd,

Everyone has a little of it -without a doubt.

Hearts of stone lie to live lone,

They want someone to hear them groan,

A hug of warmth can melt their hearts,

They can be beautiful, they can turn their cards.

Hearts of stones cannot ask or atone,

Their hearts to the world are never known,

They only sink and sink into their abyss,

Never to be heard of - amidst.



Hearts of stone are burning inside,

Words pulled away from lips-thrown into their eyes,

Waiting for their rage to be realised,

As a gem waiting to be pried.

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