Broken Soul

It's like I have been stabbed a hundred times,

That numbness creeps into my veins,
My sanity slowly fades away,
My heart whispers the desire to lay.

Coldness unwillingly envelops me,
The sound of the night resists seeing me,
As I dances together with the wind,
The night watch stares waiting.


I float like a feather blows in the wind,
That I savor the breeze that catches my face,
I hear the moon summons my name,
That it's charm devours my soul.
-nadine-