The Death Poems: Collection 2

Black Heart

My heart is black

Yours is pure gold

I'll turn yours black

If I may be so bold

I'll fill it with hate

And with infinite sin

Darkness will inflate

So evil will set right in

Don't fight back

It won't come out right

Only half would be black

And you would be trapped in a forever night

So come here

And let me fill you with sin

You'll cause much fear

And fit right in

Your heart is now black

And you're no longer good

You won't turn back

Even if you could