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Heart; BLACK


Heart; BLACK (edited version) ************** Blue skies , yellow petunias and A black heart , Crimson Dawns, Auburn sunsets Looming skylines, bustling life Fleeting moments and glimpses of life A generation caught up in a vicious cycle There is a lot to talk about, There is a lot to think about There is a lot to care about , But what do I care about? Like a lone wolf without a pack Gambling away like ashes Smouldering at the tip of my cigarettes A solemn heart shrouded in rags watching Days crawling by like those phantom shadows of a moonless world Seasons changed , months passed by like a silent thief The world embraced its changes, But there I was , brewing a thunderstorm inside With a dead black heart waiting Wanting , craving something, or someone Chocking in feeble formalities and theatrics My eyes only traced , fake happy faces with fake tans My ears only heard Grinding greetings and vague goodbyes Hoping never to meet again, A black heart filled with its emptiness , voids and blank spaces Will it ever find its meaning or Purpose of its passive existence mind chatters and mind matters Broken affirmations and Pending promises I know I am not your centerpiece Nor am I a masterpiece A head trying to reason I want to live again I want to love again Even if it is fake, pretend Maybe I am addicted to My own darkness, I found glory in my gloom A sort of deep sensuality In the pain , the lonliness Yes Indeed, My heart is black , and I wanted it that way Is it an excuse or A matter of existence The scars on my wrists Screamed a secret obsession, A reckless passion For a wild affection Look at me , I am here A black heart beating away To the rythem of this mad race Caving to fit in this mad chaos Ebbing and flowing mindlessly Comforted effortlessly in my own mystery This is what I am A black heart A blank brain A monotonous soul caught up in this profound anguish Waiting in that Street corner, Swept away in the Depth of a black heart ©️all rights Reserved
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