Broken

October 13, 2006
Broken

Take me.
Save my soul from this metal suicide.
Red hot blood spills from my mind and body
As I weep.
The worlds seems
Misty, clouded and haunted
Because of me.
I am the problem they are trying to fix.
I am the evil
Brought on by hatred
That they try so hard to ward off.
Do they not see?
I am already broken.
But the memory of me is what continues to cause immense havoc
And distruction in their otherwise perfect minds.
I am evil.
For I continue to reach out for their hands,
To hold and love
Though I know I cannot love unreservedly.