A black heart
is an impure soul
one of which that bleeds innocents
to hide the pain and suffering the ones it loved had impaled upon it
infecting it with corruption and loneliness
Blood on your hands
body on the floor
the knife that once was
is no longer in the drawer
You say you don’t remember picking up the knife
piercing flesh and soul
taking another persons life
You recall it a very haunting dream
hoping everything is not as it seems
Your rage you try to conceal
for you refuse to see that what’s before your eyes is real