Black

Black.
Your heart,
Your soul,
Is black.
You know no love,
Only hate.
Your cruel and evil ways,
Only delight you,
And you feel no pain.
The cursed, bitter sweet words you slid off your tongue,
And the heartbreaking cries of million,
Bring a smile to your face.
People run from you,
Afraid to be your next victim.
Even the ones who once had hope,
Have left you alone.
There is one, however,
Who loves you.
She knows you as you are,
The bad, and the good.
Even though you cease to see.
She longs to take the hate away.
Why must you hurt her most?
Her tears cry out to you,
Her heart longs for you,
But your heart,
Your soul,
Is black.
You know no love,
Only hate.