The Heart's Shadow

Blackened shadows,
Wrapped twisted vines
Encircle the heart,
and poison the mind.

Drawing deeply
to feed age old pain,
they wound the heart,
and bleed it again.

Where is my sunshine?
To dispel these shadows black,
To wither these thorns
until they retract.

It is hidden.
The heart keeps it at bay,
These shadows are soothing,
It wants them to stay.

It knows they're wrong,
But it cares not,
The heart lives to beat,
to bleed, to be caught.

So these shadows stay,
Vines entangled still,
And they will not leave
Until they've had their fill.