Black and Knee-Deep

I've got this heart that's black,

and knee-deep.

I've got this thought, so bleak,

and running from me.

I've got this chill, breaking barriers,

crushing truths.

I've got this eye on you,

only making me a sleuth.

And I don't care to rhyme,

but a poem without is nowadays considered a crime.

Lastly, I don't care to direct this message, this letter,

to you, to make you feel better;

Because I don't give a damn.