My Vague Heart

Blackheart The Son Of The Devil.

"How Can You Understand Me So Well And You Even Dont Know Me Yet?

This Thought From My Mind Can Walk On Water Like A Holy Man Once Did. This Life Is Hollow And Shallow. Can I Believe In Something That Makes Me So Unreal. What Can Possibly Can Hold Me Back From Destroying Everything I Once Loved Or Love? This Power Of Freedom Overthrows My Ability To Clear My Hateful Mind.

 

So Many Ways Of Loving The Unwanted But They Do Not Care About The Others They Hurt. Its Sad To See Something Like This Happen To The Innocent. No Worries And No Guilt From The Dying Breed That Surrounds Us In The Shrouded Lie Thats Hiding With The Truth As They Say With Such Pleasure In Terms. Backed By Others That Control Many Laws, They Proceed Into Modern Warfare That Has Holds No Bars Against Us. They Do Not Care About You Or Me. In This Life I Can See Another Civil War Coming Head Strong Into Our Own World Once Again. How Can I Stop The Unstoppable? Can You?

 

Focus On The Image I Can Give You Through My Own Mind And Proceed To Inhale A Dark Time Thats Is Cold In Thought. Bitter Words Froze On The Tongue Of The Serpent That Grins With No Sympathy Blinded As Empathy. Drugs The Host That Controls The Outerlimit Of The Mind And Not The Animal Side Of Us. The Side That Is So Easy To Manipulate Its Really Funny But So Cold From A Person Who Seems To Be So Nice. They Linger The Heartless To See Through Their Own Lies To Understand How To Do To Others As It Seems They Have No Other Way Of Living.

 

My Vague Heart Is Similar To Those What Desire. I Hold The Key To My Immortal Fire. Understand That Even I Can Control Those Who Are In Need Of Money (The Word Greed Is My Broken Heart) And Would Do Anything To Get It (No Matter What The Cost) But I Do Care. I Care For Those Who Would Like To Give Up There Soul For A Chance At Fame Or Fortune To Claim What They Desire And Proceed To Use To Their Own Personal Wantage.

 

I Can Promise You One Thing My Friend And That Is You Will Remember The Day You Think You Hade It All But How You Lost It Was Yet A Mystery To You In The End. Well I Hate To Bust Your Bubble But Even The Devil Is Selfish But He Holds His End Of The Deal But You Are No Longer Real. The Power To Attract Your Attention Was So Clear That Even My Own Locus Was Pleasant To Enjoy Your So Cold Heart.

 

"The Son Of The Devil Has Many Tricks To Endure A Lifetimes Worth Of Fun But When Something Goes Wrong You End Up With Nothing. His Name Is Blackheart."

Reviews

[Cherrie L Bill]

Interestng piece, and the last line sums it up perfectly.
Cherrie