Black Heart-This throbbing pain; not beating properly. May I take your hand and plea for your forgiveness? My heart is skipping, chaotic choruses lead the way to my uncertainty. Death tries to take me but, it cannot. For I know the shepherd has lead me back to his den of safety. Doubling over, my mind goes in circles. Tossing thoughts of suicide, blood loss, will this madness ever end?! I tremble, I shake formally in front of you. You, who was my love. The only one I could share my heart with. Now, because of you, it turned a sickly, black color and it's BPMs are fading, slowly but, surely. Christ's blood cleanses me as I awake, ready to be saved from the omnipresent enemy.