My Heart

She is black and she is withered,
Locked in chambers,
But won't surrender.
She is hateful and she is cold,
My prisoner.
It's war she wants, I am told.
She is brutal and she is angry.
Chains bind her.
It's the only way to feed her safely.
She is taking on the form of a beast.
I fear I can't contain her.
What will happen, when she and I finally meet?

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