Black Heart

How much longer will all this last
 My keyboards bloody for all to see
 Is this a blessing or my worst curse?
 To feel too deeply, to care too much
 You always were my fatal flaw
 Darkest addiction of all, but your
 Black Heart will always kill
 With violence against my will
 How many trials must I fight
 How many more till I am free
 But it's all better than all this monotony
 Of all your anger, in your black heart
 So empty and cold, you played with,
 You played with everything
 While you play with everyone you
 Meet. I try to play with a deeper feat
 But you hide anger in all you do, How
 Many more victims must you choose?
 But there's beauty in sadness, this
 Sadness & there is sanity in
 Madness, so shallow
 and cold... Till I am free...