The Heartless Child


I will die and I already am.
My Lord, I'm such a pity soul lost in a deep hole of regrets, fall apart into flakes, broken into pieces.
I have reason to keep going, but my ankles tied with a sinful chain that lock me down within this dark, beautiful sea.

Staring into the distance, hoping that one day I could understand how beautiful the world is, without being a burden to every person I loved, without bringing misfortunes for the people I hold.

No one can help me, oh Lord, my friends nor family, I have none but my own heart that I grip tight.
You can look down on me, this pitiful sight, you can regret me, this heartless child. Hate me more, because I'm already fed by this monstrous blood that build my cells until the last moment He decided, run through my body reluctantly without doubt. I can't change the fact, but even still, I should face my fate.
With this dirty hands of mine, i will.