Heart of Darkness

My heart is a jungle:
Overheated, overgrown;
A place only the bravest
Could ever make a home.
There are beasts that come to play
When the sun sets in the west:
Predators, bent to prove
Which one can hunt the best.

You thought you would find something here;
Oh, you poor fool!
You will find only
A lonely, angry soul.
But too late you’ll find the truth;
Too late you’ll try to run:
You will be reduced
To bones in the sun.

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