I lay in the darkness, a cold, clear tear ran down my left cheek. Down my right, a warm, tear of blood. I was the child of evil and good. I hated myself due to that fact. I don't have parents. God and Devil created me. I named myself. Every night my heart reaches out for someone to save me, but no one ever comes and rescues me. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I needed to practice breathing. It wasn't necessary, but because I was deciding to make myself public, I would need to. I don't have a heart. Sometimes I wonder if I even have a soul. I got up from where I lay, and began walking, just a shadow in the night.
I belong with , you belong with me , you're my sweet heart . ❤