TAINTED SOUL.

POEM. A soul shattered and bruised.

By Asad•Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

FOR THE NOVEL "SHATTER ME".

I got a tainted soul,
With the thoughts of death a all,
Like a Bird on the edge,
Ready to fly and afraid to fall,
Bound between the longings,
Of being wanted by and being hated for,
I am enemy of myself for real,
Wanting to be held,
Afraid to hold someone,
For my touch is a acidic sensation,
Curling and wandering through you,
Hurting and eagerly eating you up,
Been hidden from the eyes,
Kept low in shadows and far of sky's,