This sacred heart of mine
Does not speak of love
But resounds poetry
Surely you’ve felt
The emotion
In my unspoken verse
My longing concealed
In each insatiable character
The devil’s pen
Will I dissipate in the light?
Like a shadow dispersed by the merciless sun
Without the company of my demons
Will the silence deafen?
Render my muse without voice
Or purpose
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The ink from my pen
Will it dry?
Without the black blood
Staining my veins
To infuse
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And what of me what will I become?
Chased from solitude
Forced to face all that I have rejected
Will I come undone?
Beneath fingers gripped with love
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