My heart feels weak for my mind wonders on.
Dark paths await with lustfull hate and no way to return.
My savior yields broken wings that shown no light on my journey.
Darkness and a promise that death awaits.
This keeps me going.
For to kill what does not exist is to take razors to your mind.
And killing is wrong but this is hard for me to dream of a world where people are not killing me.
I cry only to embrace the pain as fear spills from my veins.
