The soul is deep and passion shows,
But inside the heart lies a black hole.
For as you see there are layers of the heart.
And its what layer on the outside that counts,
But on every heart in every soul is a layer of stone.
Thin it maybe but there it rest.
Waiting to explode.
As blue is passion,
Grey is kind,
Purple hate
And Black is stone.
But the most wicked of us all have dark blue
in our soul.
