face to face,
with my future.
examining me,
judging me.
staring straight into the demonic soul i carry.
seems to be destiny sees me,
the realist of me.
there's no beauty in this heart
life has tortured and tormented.
bandaged and bruised
yet still not broken
and still beating.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
face to face,
with my future.
examining me,
judging me.
staring straight into the demonic soul i carry.
seems to be destiny sees me,
the realist of me.
there's no beauty in this heart
life has tortured and tormented.
bandaged and bruised
yet still not broken
and still beating.