A single remnant of a shattered heart,
Held tight within the corners of my palm,
An enticing rumour from existence shall not part,
And will never cease to show its evil charm.
A death like darkness lures them further still,
The lies enveloped in complexions pure,
In sweetest harmony, a monster born to kill,
Built to deliver evil that I cannot endure.
Serious battles are fought within my mind,
The sharpening existence of fate,
Fear inducing memories which can't be left behind,
Become part of my identity and trait.
A weapon so infinite in my separate sorrows,
A blade sharp as the whisperings of sin,
Leaving such mark upon my spirit by its blows,
But I cannot let the faithful critics in.
This weapon of destruction, leading to despair,
Are the lies and rumours wretches cast,
Eternity of hell with those who will not show a care,
I shall never overcome my wicked past.
