Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
They're cross like a dark bravado.
I watch them pace. I cry hello.
I give their heart a shake,
They scream I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and the grounds quake.
Their heart is hidden, pain filled and deep,
But they has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares they never sleep.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.
He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of suffocating in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
Running back was always hard,
Getting out of this wicked ward.
We know the words may burn,
Choking on them as they churn.
Stay, they say
Okay, I say
