The endless quiet of a heart
By Lina M
Blackened leaves. Falling.
Darkness. Consuming.
I can hear them calling,
Under the frozen roots
The darkness, consuming
The sickness, blooming
Under the frozen roots
Slowly, as it pollutes
The sickness, blooming
Through a blackened heart
Slowly, as it pollutes
What once did love
A blackened heart
A forgotten part
What once did love
Now dies in the dark
A forgotten part
Lost in the past
Dies in the dark
The endless quiet of a heart.