The Blackest Of Hearts

I will arrive,

Once I am done gathering the pieces left from past transgressions.

I hold the end in my arms,

And the rest shuffles into the wind.

What have I become?

Lead by a heart blacker than the sins of priests.

Darker than the thoughts of men on the edge of beastial endeavors.

Have you gazed upon its writhing, corpulent spasms?

Is this why you’ve fled into the coldness of the outside world?

My own aura makes me shudder as I climb this massive mountain with rocks like scales and soil like the flesh of a great beast.

The more I climb the higher the water rises.

This is where my black heart has led,

This is where no one will find me.

And this knife shall deliver me into the jaws of infinity.



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