A Dark Soul
If death was a thing of shops, I would be first in line. If regrets could be weighed, mine would be equal to Earth. If tears were a measure of pain, even the seven seas wouldn't be enough. I could feel a sword piercing my heart, and my breath evaporating. My soul repelled the fireflies, the moon refused to face me. My name shone the brightest, in the devil's list. The worth-less feeling attracts taunts as a black hole. A monster, unworthy of love. Life pierces the, soul as broken glass. Time refuses my, needs and desires. I see blood on my hands and, nightmares with naked eyes. The sunlight burns my skin, like giving punishment for sins. A.V