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In my jet black heart

A storm's rising

Tearing me apart

In every way agonizing

Tearing me to bits

I'm losing my sanity

And when the hurricane hits

All I do ends in vanity

I search for the eye of the storm

The only solace of my soul

Be it in any form

In my heart, black as coal

But the search is in vain

Peace cannot be found

All roads end in pain

A path to which I'm bound