Void Heart

Dark and desolate,
No one to be seen.
Your black, barren heart,
Is all but clean.

It’s atmosphere is toxic.
Everyday I try to flee.
With all your greed and hate,
You’ve left no room for me.

Remembering when I tried to clean,
Make your heart look new.
But you soiled all my efforts,
Every last one of them you slew.

So now you’ve lost me,
In a new heart I reside.
All memories of yours
I’ve slowly pushed aside.

For happiness lies here,
Growth and love.
Where your heart is grotesque,
Hers is a black dove.

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In the shadows where my spirit lies,
Others walk about with no disguise.
We roam with content wherever we go,
Knowing this is our place that no one knows.

Darkness with music, art and laughter,
This place I'm glad I sought after.
Darkness is where I think things through,
Darkness where I met my love....you...

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Today is black; the light has betrayed those who flocked to it. You stand with me as we watch gray clouds of smog cover the last of the newly dug graves. The sparkle in the last bird’s eyes is lost. Three tears I’ve saved for this moment for I knew it would come; the moon told me with his final raspy breath. Your smile has faded from the first time we met. The weight of the world has pulled down each corner of your mouth. I take your hand and your smile grows but unnoticeably. I said, “our ride is here,” and you nod. Uncertainty pulls our souls to stay but imprisoned in our bodies they are dragged along. Our ride is long and we end in pure darkness. Darkness like when we met, darkness that we love, but not more then each other. Your smile reinvites itself knowing you’ll never see the world of death again. We take each other and disappear as our history is forgotten.

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Words with no lack of hate, hearts in a paralyzed state. The words shoot straight through my heart, straight through my life. Darkness consumes all that was once ugly starting it anew, leaving it beautiful. My vision leaves me as fists fades in the darkness. I see those times when I was happy, when I was loved. All gone as the unicorn’s horn is broke all the demons of hate consume all those who lay in a form of sedation. All those who left me here because I don’t wear a name brand, because I don’t believe in one-night stands. For those people left me here because I disagree, because I choose to have a belief. But with one last punch my beliefs fall like a glass jar on concrete spilling all I once had and leaving nothing but a form. Nothing but a memory of something that will never change, a memory of peoples hate of others not the same.