• my heart is
    a cold dead stone
    never beating
    never loving

    it doesn't flutter
    it doesn't leap
    it doesnt even utter
    one single pound
    it lays there
    at the bottom of my black soul

    it shrunk
    it's shriveled
    it's stained black
    been torn so many times
    it can be fixed
    so it lies in shreds
    at the bottom of my black soul

    it's been bruised
    it's been beaten
    im never enthusied
    im haven't been eaten

    it's cold
    so very cold
    tears stream down my face
    as i hold a black rose
    it reflected my heart
    i picked up a gun
    now everyone knows
    how muchpain i was in..........