Black Heart
The words are stuck in my throat till I choke
I write through sorrow of words I never spoke
alone in a space that few will ever know
my heart has turned black from a soul that is broke
words of inspiration I sought to pull through
such words do not exist, I still have no clue
curses placed upon me, I drank the devil's brew
I have yet to discover my sins for such painful truths
whatever roads lie ahead is unnerving to ponder
fear of the unknown and dreams turned asunder
what a black heart it takes to remain in living form
perhaps in the next life a true beloved soul will be born
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