Does It Matter?

Once upon a time it was called love,
Called care, and blindness,
The deepest passion from the soul,
A thought of future and fantasy.

Knowing it will only be a dream,
Of feelings of untold desires,
Mistakes of the words, misunderstanding of speech.
That never stops stabbing the bleeding heart.

My heart breaks into a million pieces,
That showers off the sky like raining stars,
Crumples to sand as it hits land,
Grind to dust as the wind blows.

Then, I knew I was a fool,
A fool for playing with my own heart,
A fool for listening to my own desires,
A fool playing as a child.

My darkest past,
Comes back to haunts me,
As what sin I have done,
And now, I have a repayment of sin to do.

Yet, I tried to pick myself up,
Trying to ignore all feelings,
Trying to move on,
What most, trying to be someone else.

The more I tries to escape and listen,
The harder I tried being another,
Then realization hits me,
I hurt myself more when I ignore myself.

My heart sheds blood in my own hands,
What have I done?
I killed two hearts with a stone,
And there is no turning back.

I lost my senses together with my heart,
Sold and made a contract with the devil,
Took my pain and grief with me to my grave,
And now...My heart belongs to the devil.