Agony in My Heart

A heart that is beating hovers above a hooded figure within a dark, magic circle in a graveyard. A gothic castle looms in the distance. It is night.

It stings like salt in a heart-deep wound

It burns like the merciless flames of hell

It pounds like thunder in an unceasing storm

It wracks my mind senseless like a parasitic virus

It wrenches my gut like a mortal toxin

It tortures me like an executioner would a prisoner

It opens my veins like a thirsty beast

It impales me with the icy spear of desperation

It bores into me like the fangs of a predatory viper

The thought of losing you

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