I've been there.
In the heart of darkness,
Shaking, scared.
In that place
where good men lie
and innocence dies.
In your heart
you've seen it too
In onyx, jet black.
You know it's true.

eighteen,
yet to live,
eight,
no more to strive,
For that one golden cup,
of love of life
of things unheard.
one,
prey to hatred,
prey to madness,
prey,
to the depths.
His very own,
heart of darkness.

Like birds who spread their wings
embarking on a journey,
your life soars and sings
in fight and flight away from the gurney.