Soul of Black.
Life of Blue.
No way can a heart be any more bruised.
Only Crimson Tears Flow. But...
...There is no Panacea for this ill whole
No stitches for this torn hole
No heat for this chill cold
and in his life he has no control.
Can a heart like this be anymore apart?
Can anyone count the amount of darts
That lie within
Underneath the skin
and cuts through flesh, moving deeper in?
Well it doesn't matter
Because from the world, he is apart.
His world is shattered
The life of a Black and Blue Heart.