Analysis of Don't Break My Heart
Play insidiously with my eyes; eventually smashing them into a boundless halves; and then feeding them to the pack of savagely diabolical wolves,
Play uncouthly with my fantasies; eventually metamorphosing them into a web of cold-blooded drudgery and sinfully disparaging monotony,
Play ruthlessly with my palms; eventually pulverizing them to disdainfully squashed curry; and then stashing them into the indescribably gory coffins,
Play invidiously with my lips; eventually snatching away even the most infinitesimal iota of their smiles; stoning them with whiplashes of utter abhorrence for centuries immemorial,
Play heinously with my voice; eventually transforming it into a graveyard of ominously crippling silence; evicting it in gruesomely wholesome entirety from the
innermost realms of my throat,
Play grotesquely with my neck; eventually reducing it to a pile of inconspicuously mangled shit; and then feeding it to the rambunctiously unruly pigs,
Play raunchily with my ears; eventually bombarding them like miserably orphaned stones; making them incessantly bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,
Play disastrously with my memory; eventually rendering me the most penuriously kicked entity on this gigantic Universe; making me obnoxiously oblivious to even the
reflection of my very own countenance,
Play barbarically with my intestines; eventually adulterating them profoundly with threadbare gasoline; and then inviting the unfathomable horde of vultures to have their ultimate feast,
Play indiscriminately with my cheeks; eventually excoriating their exhilarating blush into the graveyards of penalizing nothingness; and then mercilessly disintegrating them bit by bit; like an edifice of soggy cards,
Play ghoulishly with my conscience; eventually poisoning every bit of its irrefutably sparkling righteousness; into a lackadaisically decaying dungeon of manipulatively bizarre lies,
Play devilishly with my flamboyance; eventually converting it into an entrenchment of remorsefully trembling timidness; making me lick fetid dirt even before I could
alight a single foot,
Play fiendishly with my patriotism; eventually rendering me as the most lecherously disgusting traitor on this unsurpassable globe; with every corner of the society brutally whipping me for my plethora of horrific misdeeds,
Play bewitchingly with my innocence; eventually dragging me into the salaciously sleazily markets; where infinite parasites traded me for my innocuously
resplendent flesh,
Play unsparingly with my hair; eventually converting my enchanting scalp into a cacophonically bald egg; with pedestrians spitting on it in livid nonchalance;
as they merrily trespassed by,
Play demonically with my feet; eventually chopping them with sordid strokes of the treacherous cleaver; and then witnessing the entire world wholeheartedly guffaw; as I staggered like a mercurial ant on every step,
Play abominably with my soul; eventually converting its path of unassailable philanthropism; into a despicably wandering ghost without the slightest of
purpose or mission in vibrantly vivacious life,
Play lethally with my breath; eventually asphyxiating the fangs of my priceless existence with the blood stained hands of hell; removing even the most evanescent trace of my survival from the trajectory of this fathomless planet,
And you could play and eventually smash any part of my body; my mind; my soul; as I still had the insurmountable tenacity to lead mesmerizing life; but please don't break my heart; please don't lackadaisically play with the immortal paradise of my true love for you O! Beloved; as then I wouldn't even be accepted by the chapter of death.
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Metre | 111110100010101010101101101110001001 11111000100011010111101000101000100 11001110100011111100110101011010 1111101000100110010010001011110111011001011000100 111110100001010101110001001001010110010010 101111 101011101000010110111101011011010101 11111010000101110001011010100111011000100 101001110001000100101111001101010101101001100 01011101100 1111010010001101011100101000100011101111001 1010001110100001001010010101110010001100001001111111001101 110011100100010010011111010001010101011011 11000110100100001010110101110011011101100111 010101 11111000010001001101101010111111001010010010010111100101001 1111100010001010101110110010101111 0101 111110100001010101010111101001011010101 1110011 11111010001011101101001001100001011000011110100100111001 11111010000101110100101011001010101 10110010101 111110100001000111100101011111010100101011101010010011110 011100100011011110111111110010001001110011111111111100101011111110111110101010101011 |
Characters | 3,657 |
Words | 539 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 25 |
Letters per line (avg) | 122 |
Words per line (avg) | 22 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 170 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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