Sara: My Soul Unknown

Breathing
Uncaring
Unwanted
My soul

A wandering mist
I cannot control

No longer the wish to have and to hold
My corpse of a body is brazen and bold

Crimson my eyes, when with hatred they burn
Pale my lips, that for breath they do yearn

Does my life have a purpose
Could no be the answer I fear?

My uncertainty of this is clear
Only one goal keeps me alive through the year

To kill
And to hate
To burn
And disgrace

And to only protect those whom my enemies face
I'll blind them and awe them
But when all is done, both me and my villains
Are evil as one