Black Heart of The Past

Rip out my black heart
and make something of it.
The way it looks makes
my stomach turn. The darkness
that surrounds me is is getting darker.
The light of you that shines is gone
with you to someone else.

Your killing me with the
words of thruth. I hate that
your always right, I hate the ending
of this dark cave of life that
I'm running faster and faster through.

I wish I could take the beginning
of life and shape it, change
it to what I want it to be. But
I can't so rip out my heart and
step on it, just like my soul.
Let me keep my mind so that
I won't be able to think for myself.
Take the black heart of the past and throw
it in that meat grinder.

This is kind of...wel disgusting. But oh well.