Broken

Me trying to keep whatever hope I have left within me.

Broken shards of delicate glass,

is what my heart resembles now, 

if worse comes to worse then I hope time will just heal my past, 

heal these wounds of mine and heal my frown, 

I want to live but the world seems to stop,

am I truly destined to be a evil spawn? 

fear that darkness is making me fall and I want the fall to end with a sudden drop, 

there will be blood spilled at the very hour of dawn, 

shhhh I wont say whose, 

maybe if I do this the demon inside me will cease to exist,

and hope my blood will sate the lust it craves 

and I'll drag it to hell with me