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