Black Heart

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She had a black heart,

Black as coal.

Cold as a moonless winter.

Wrapped it around her victims,

Strangled them left them for dead.

But they rose up

Sent her an evil lover

To wrap his dark mind around hers,

Rip out what was left of her black heart.

and he left her as a voiceless puddle,

Slowly oozing into the sewer. 

Such are the rewards of such a heart.

Guard yourself well 

Before you join her.

 

 

Nothing but a ghost

No heart has she,

Her soul is blank.

Empty as the sea,

dark and rank.

She lives in misery,

In swamps of hate.

There is no mystery,

of her soulless state.

She sucks the life

leaves nothing but venom.

Twists the knife

Into her victim.

Yet the joke you see is on her

Who she pains the most,

Emptiness to endure,

When you are nothing but a ghost.

 

Precipice

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Precipice by Rafell90 Deviant Art.

Precipice

Leaning into to wind

she stands on a precipice

of her own making.

He is gone nothing left.

Her past is looming up

Catching up.

Trapping her

In disaster.

Will she leap

Throw herself at

life’s mercy?

Fight the inevitable

tooth and claws scratching

at nothingness?

Or will she float away

by her own hand

Finished?

Time will tell.