To a Dark Heart
This morbid fascination
My unending procrastination
I hold out for everything
And come up with nothing
My nightshade heart
Plays it’s part
A special place
Not made of arterial lace
Or venous denim or integumentary leather
Made to endure every weather
I hold our for a dark heart like mine
One made not to sparkle, not to shine
To a dark heart, these battle scars are fine
To a dark heart, I will be thine.
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