Little Black Heart.
This is all I can take
You’re draped in an overcoat of hate
A character built by cut, sinister hands
There is no realism in this stride
I must face my fears I must not hide.
You can’t take me for who I am
I can’t take you like a pinch of salt
Behold my little black mind
The darkness swirls around as our,
Frantic personalities collide.
I pay homage to my aching heart
It has paced until now
Now it beats out like a drum
I fear for it
Bit by bit
It will close
It will stop
And I will not be here to mop,
Up the particles of our broken love.
This train station provokes memories
I stand in this money greedy century
She hums the song of the decade
As I feel jaded, broken and shaking,
Like a leaf in the wind.
She has me
I thought she would never have me
I’m in her little hands
I smile a little
Just a tinge of happiness shown
To the world.
