The heart can withstand only but a few shots.
And each shot throws you off with the force of a 45 calibre bullet.
I've taken many, too many that I've started seeing dots.
Just because I decided to pump the blood of my heart to the fullest.
I never stop, as soon as I heal I go back into the crossfire.
Armed with nothing but a bullet proof vest.
I have not the heart nor gall to shoot back.
My offense is only as strong as the pen I wield to write.
To write out the words the demons that inhabit me whisper through the darkness.
The darkness that they aim to use to consume the light that flickers inside of me.
To blow out the single flame that fights to stay alight on the candle.
My heart has been stomped on and forced into the dirt.
So deep that it could see into the underworld.
And come face to face with the devil itself.
Before it was yanked back up by the remaining strength I possessed.
I've been through the jungle.
I've trudged over the desert.
I've swam across the pacific.
And climbed the Everest.
All in the name of the word love.
My heart is rugged and the scars are still visible.
But it wills to fight even if it tears through the stitches.
It wills to run the next mile even while it chokes on its sweat.
So many times it has faced temptation.
But never. Never will it succumb to the darkness.
Its fought through many battles.
Now it's down to the war.
Its do or die.
The last stand. The big one.
If it is lost my heart shall not feel the warmth of the sun.
But the cold, icy feeling of the night.
Of the void and the blackness.
My heart is beginning to wither and hunger for love.
But only that kiss and only that kiss can replenish the strength it once possessed.
Save me.
Help me fight this war.
Before my soul is lost to the void and I'm gone forever...
– BlackHeart
