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Forged heart.

My heart is empty, it’s completely dark,
Without light, without any spark;
It’s silence there, it’s nothing to be heard,
It doesn’t sing just like a lonely bird.

I lie and close my eyes but stay awake,
I wonder if my heart is just a fake.
There is no reason and no one to blame:
My heart keeps quiet, and I can feel a shame.

I feel ashamed for my elected way,
For every day I muddled away,
For every useless thing I had to choose,
For each unweighted word I got to use.

Recalling deals I tried to carry out,
I understood the thing I thought about.
I understood that it would be the best
To burn a forgery inside my chest.