We dare not speak of those who've died
Who feed on those still alive.
Who haunt your every breathe and living memory
Make your life a living hell of shadow and of mystery.
But now the time has come again to walk in the light,
Away from those with glowing eyes who walk with no might.
And might that they fall to the ground where dirt shall stain their face,
While falling through the hole in time ending up in another place.
A place where rainbows never shine and the rain is always falling,
A place that they now call their home the place that is their calling.
Yet there they are hungry, with no human souls to take,
So for now they must feed, on the ones who are fake.
The ones that say that they have heart, but have never loved
The ones who have no morals, who think they're from above.
But they lack what these demons need, that certain human part,
Because they have loved and come out with a broken heart.
For they are not complete, their heart is now dead,
So they must find one still alive, one they can be fed.
But until then, they are cursed:
The Heart Broken.
