The blade is sharp, the cuts are long
Upon his harp, he plays his song
That they may see, what they have done
Helping him be, what he's become

With hateful words, aimed at his heart
Like brutal swords, and just as sharp
They show their spite, as plain as day
While black as night, his heart must stay

They have their joy, for them it's great
But this one boy, knows only hate
His heart is torn, his eyes are crazed
Amidst the storm, of violent ways

They think he's weak, and will not try
Because he speaks, of ways to die
When his heart's full, he cuts his skin
They cut his soul, and laugh at him

They've tilled the earth, and sowed the seed
And given birth, to this sad deed
He takes the blade, and pushes deep
To find his fate, in endless sleep

I wrote this back in high school, wrote 3 in one day, the next two later, they are His Heart Black As Night, His Heart Gray As Dawn, His Heart White As Day, His Heart Red As Blood, and His Heart Still As Death. Let me know what you think.

So what do you guys think of it? Seriously I want to know lol

...Very good! *gives round of applause* really love that was smashing! I can't wait to hear the next ones!

Nice write...that bell chimes a familiar tome.