Dark heart

The beauty of the darkness
surrounds my very soul,
Locking things inside myself
that haven't yet been told.
I can lose myself within it
And run from my own mind
I can flee from every crucifix
And kill myself inside.
If I were to tell you
Exactly what I feel
You'd probably run and hide from me
And say my blood must spill.
Well you're to late already
Death is a welcomed fat
He's visited me once this week.
We meet again Friday at eight.
I really want to kill myself
but I don't want to die
I hope you can forgive me
Because I don't want you to cry.