Monday, March 29, 2010

Black Heart

My heart rips out of my chest when I see your smile
Then it burns with agony as it plum its into the poison from my brain

I take a knife & cut it out to release my from its pain

Covered with blood my black heart does beat

Why won't it stop?
Why the refusal of it's defeat?

To let it live would be a nightmare in all my confusion, yet it still beats strong

Why does my love feel so wrong?
So... here I sit, black heart in hand

Still living, yet dead & damned

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