Black Soul
The day,
when it all comes down,
down the fiery destruction,
of my black soul,
this will be the day,
where I fly,
with red, feathered wings,
and I will dive down,
it tears me apart,
this thing called love,
but I do not let it torment,
my already black heart,
please tell me why?
the world is this way,
because I am different,
I live my own life,
this will never end,
but life eventually dies,
doesn’t it?
or do we all keep living in the blackness?