The house inside my heart, is as cold as a morgue.
Four corpses lie there,
All four are mine.
I died for the first time from neglect.
The second time I died from the premature death of a promise.
The third time, I was murdered by a traitor.
And the fourth time I died by my own will.
The house inside my heart, is as cold as a morgue.
Four corpses lie there,
Their autopsies haven't been done yet.
(I can’t recover from this💔)













