Black Heart

I was angry with your lies,

You apologized, my anger did die;

I was angry I was betrayed,

I did not show, my flame did stay.

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And I kindled my flame's burning parts,

Day and night with embers of my heart;

And I stoked it with blood of my veins,

And with ashes of my soul dying in pain.

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And through the months and years,

My hurt and bitterness grew in tears,

Till my heart was black and dead,

And I sought naught but vengeance red.

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And when you left safety's doors,

My rage could take no more;

In the morning, to my glee,

Your lies were painted for all to see.