The dark inside my heart is victorious,
shimmering behind,
cold,
black,
steely eyes.

The coldest chill with a flash of icy grey,
that draws my breath out,
from a hollowed frozen core.

My strength is fueled by the pain of living alone,
feared by those who don’t understand and taunted by those who don’t care,
left alone in a game of solitaire.

Flipping cards waiting for the knave who carries a spade.

Would he,
dig the grave to bury this slave that darkness made.

In a game seldom won,
when the final card tossed,
is done.

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