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Her heart beat no longer plays

the rhythm of her choosing.

Her eyes strain

her hope wrestles with her integrity.

but oh the blackness in his magic

seems so soft and gentle.

like the night suspending clouds of sstars

she new she just wanted to be lost

lost in them to tumble around in silky

black velvet warmth.

she thought nothing of the smothering,

lost in the smouldering of his dark Smooth ssex.

his call to her ache seemed miraculously hhealing

and she swore she new better.

But he new the ancient song of her heart 

and he sung it so beautifully in the passionate silence of his eyes 

although she clung vehemently to her last physical bastion 

she knew her heart was forever ruined.

for it simply did not want to stay with her 

and her soul like a crazed addict insisted on life and hunted for it.

integrity though,

was a bitch she never bothered to fight.

she knew in an instant at the first slight

the long standing pain she wieldedl

hell hath no fury than a bitch scorned 

her swords guilt and shame cut deep.

and laced with a special poison that never allow the wounds heal, 

and if they ever did shed find a way;

In a moment least expected,

of rightness, of perfect pperfection

she always manages

to run them through again

to make you wish you never had a heart, 

and your soul forever tarnished with that horrid colour,

the heart is always afraid and 

Ever running away to find its own beat in his dark magic.