To A Dark Heart

This morbid fascination

My unending procrastination

I hold out for everything

And come up with nothing

My nightshade heart

Plays it’s part

A special place

Not made of arterial lace

Or venous denim or integumentary leather

Made to endure every weather

I hold our for a dark heart like mine

One made not to sparkle, not to shine

To a dark heart, these battle scars are fine

To a dark heart, I will be thine.

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