The ugly heart, discoloured and impure
Stays hidden, cloaked beneath a scarlet veil
Its hands reach out and grasp the physical
For without touch, its hunt will surely fail
Its crimson curtain ebbs and flows, a dress
With silken arms of woven moonlight skin
The beauty of the body, uncompared
To masque the rotting mass that lies within
The veil disguises all as vibrant red
But underneath the heart sits pallid grey
The chest from which it came now bears the scar
A gaping, bleeding hole on full display
The hands attempt to hide the vicious wound
And hold the veil to mimic something more
As insincere emotions flood the tongue
Of love’s true spineless, vapid carnivore
It prowls amongst the crowd of purer hearts
The scarlet gown it dons now drawing eyes
Its lips spout insincerities as truths
And fool the chaste to trust in its disguise
For when the innocent draw close
Its arms lash out and rip apart
The body, mind, and spirit of
The purest of the purest hearts
As covered in the blood the holy bled,
Is now the only way the heart turns red.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
The ugly heart, discoloured and impure
Stays hidden, cloaked beneath a scarlet veil
Its hands reach out and grasp the physical
For without touch, its hunt will surely fail
Its crimson curtain ebbs and flows, a dress
With silken arms of woven moonlight skin
The beauty of the body, uncompared
To masque the rotting mass that lies within
The veil disguises all as vibrant red
But underneath the heart sits pallid grey
The chest from which it came now bears the scar
A gaping, bleeding hole on full display
The hands attempt to hide the vicious wound
And hold the veil to mimic something more
As insincere emotions flood the tongue
Of love’s true spineless, vapid carnivore
It prowls amongst the crowd of purer hearts
The scarlet gown it dons now drawing eyes
Its lips spout insincerities as truths
And fool the chaste to trust in its disguise
For when the innocent draw close
Its arms lash out and rip apart
The body, mind, and spirit of
The purest of the purest hearts
As covered in the blood the holy bled,
Is now the only way the heart turns red.
