My bright black heart

These two sides are tareing me apart
And im afraid i cant reform  

Opposite sides fight to rule my pulse
In seperate pieces i torn

I want to love bond and share my thoughts  

As mutch as i want blood and fire to storm the world

Until i rest this hollow corps
I feel the rip of light in this bright black heart
 
I cant feel a thing no more
My impulse is basic my wrist pulse has
faded to 40

 but my heart still racing my thoughts  aren't making sense at all its like

destroy all things and if they die give your life to save them

so i was caugh in a chemical strain of love in hate pulling my arms and legs

stretching me out of shape until one day i broke away and the feeling that stayed

was the overwhelming sense of not feeling a thing im numb and it interesting  

Mentally i would think that i would feel fear in a normal sense knowing my

moral compass is broken into peices will i enjoy it if i reach in the darkness

manifest my impulse or will i find peace in bringing relief to all who lost strength

the trippy thing is i can remember what it was like to feel all of the diffeeent

faces i made i can picture still. But the sensations that used to relate is missing

my will is present so i try but its like driving with missing wheels. Im not

getting no where i just sit and i stare tryna imagine what its like to have em.

Im so numb i dont even know if its a tragic loss or an advantage

i wonder how  many times have this happened to people then they started testing the evils  

For dead presidents i wonder if they fell to the system then ended up dead by the needle

im in the middle of nothing with every resource what will happen now my limits are zero in this big bright black heart.