A Twisted Heart
With trembling hands,
You held my dark and twisted heart,
For one melancholy hour,
I bled the poison of my soul for you
The poison that stained once red roses,
To bitter black.
The black that spills from my lips
--A dark decay within.
You held it,
You felt it,
So you took the knife,
Stabbed it within,
Twisted hard,
Till love, hate, life, and death
One, became
And altogether ceased.
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