A Rabid Heart

In shadows where the moonlight weeps,
A raven's cry from silence creeps,
The rabid heart begins to race,
As darkness folds in grim embrace.

With teeth like daggers, gnashing wild,
It knows no mercy; it’s defiled.
Fury seethes beneath the skin,
A tempest howls where hope has been.

The fevered dreams of restless nights,
Are painted red with primal bites.
Each heartbeat echoes in the void,
Where innocence is long destroyed.

Beneath the skin a beast awakes,
With hollow eyes that hunger makes.
It prowls through memories’ decay,
And gnaws at bonds that once held sway.

In every whisper lies despair,
In every glance—a haunting stare.
Chained to the madness it infests,
A soul forsaken never rests.

Yet in this chaos forged anew,
Resilience blooms—a flower grew—
From ashes cold and bitter pain;
A twisted heart can love again.

But still the rabid claw remains—
It grips my mind with iron chains;
And so I dance on edges thin—
Between the dark and light within.