Discarded by tainted hands,
abandoned by grotesque beings,
taken in by sinners,
loved by none.
that is the summary of my pitiful life.
my cold, hardened heart opens for no one.
all my arms protect is my own life.
that which lays before me is merely carnage.
sympathy and compassion are my polar opposites.
what is it that drives this body then?
surely it isn't the hateful soul within it.
