Thy Heart Poem by Luna Moon

Thy heart is but a,
Dark black hole.
Thy woeful lamet,
Hath taken it's tole.
Furious waves,
From a crashing sea.
When will this anger,
Cease to be?
Forever in tombed,
In the black of night.
Hand around my throat,
Squeeze out the life.
Soffocate, soffocate,
They're fit to torture thee.
Without thy savior in my life,
How may I be set free?
Oh how thy silence,
Hath driven me mad.
Such grusome thoughts,
I hath never had.
And thy story,
Seems to end right here,
As thy life of mine,
Must end with a tear,