I threw this heart to a place unknown, 
I locked it in a chest of hurt and fear, 
 Sealed with guilt and sadness…
I tried to stop the beat,
        
...
    
        The night falls slowly
Creeping above the lowly
Lands of shameless people
Busily going home
        
...
    
        I am not a warrior
I never knew how to swing swords
I neither have my breastplate nor my helmet of gold
I am one of the spectators
        
...
    
        Forget about poems, 
Forget about stories, 
Forget about romance, 
Who cares about those?
        
...
    
                    Black Heart
                    
                    I threw this heart to a place unknown, 
I locked it in a chest of hurt and fear, 
 Sealed with guilt and sadness…
I tried to stop the beat, 
But the more I suppress it, 
The louder it gets.
I condemned it, it should be burnt! 
Oh! How I hate this heart! 
Die! Die! Die…
Die with your weakness, 
Stop the pain please…
July 20,2009
                

 
                    