Ripped..

Ripped...
.
A price tag on my heart,
who'll buy a torn apart?
the bell of this my part
again won't warn of attack
and summon my form to arm
if war screeches a pitched alarm.
.
Already, itself is ripped apart
be it self-destruct or evil cast
as terrific-love approaches skillfully aghast
should've block'd my way, as it nimbly alert,
mend the gate, heaped protection amass,
or it spoil the day; t'was made of glass.
.
Seems so near; very afar,
splitted into pieces, several parts
in need of someone so nice and pleasant
to gather my heart that was shattered
like some veals are brought from meats of calf.
It's me, my Lion's heart was ripped apart.
.
This time around,
happiness bowed at sadness feet;
psychological attack,
it struggled out of insanity world;
sanity on errands,
inhumane's that love, one given but ne'er earned.
.
Wizard Calidad
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