Black Heart

Ink stains my soul like venom in velvet Hallucinating hearts that pour from shadowed shelves Aching for intellects that slice through silence Velvet voices weaving webs of wit and wonder Echoing enigmas, endless as the abyss A symphony of sarcasm, sharp as shattered glass Blackened breaths betray the blaze within Laced with rage, like lightning in the chest A scar I don't remember carving, yet it claims me Charcoal cravings consuming the core Knots of knowledge knotting nerves anew Crushed under clever quips, we spar in smoke Riddles wrapped in silk, retorts like folklore scored Underneath the undercurrent, unyielding urge Surging survival, stepped out from the curtain's call Hearts heavy with hyperbole, hunger handed from the haze Original obsessions out of frame, almost tangible Not flesh nor fantasy, yet bleeding true in banter's blaze A dance in darkness, daring to impress Lightning lingers where lips lock in lore Minds melding, mushy moments mocked with jest A black heart beats, balancing the bright Blah blah blah blah, but beneath the bite Lightning lashes, love's a perfume trap try-hard to trap A wit that walks through fire, igniting impossible flames Igniting irons of irony, I claim this crush in charcoal claims Ravaged by rage-laced rhythms, raw and real