Broken

Within the darkest side of broken heart.
Where the Black Dahlia blooms. A pain-it sits and wait.
Like the eclipsed winter night.
When the heart istear apart.
This flower grow.
It is the darkest flower.
Which no one can ever mow.
Invisible fire scorches the soul.
A queer and youthful turn.
The broken heart turns to dust.
No matter how it burn.
He now decide-he must die.
But still he leaves his melody.
In the whisper of a ghost story.
So now you know how the painful.
Of a death-heart broken.