Freedom

I am a lost soul,
Cast upon this desolate world.
Forced to walk this barren wasteland,
Stripped of life.
Born of death.
Alone I wander the minds of those set free.
Torturing my sanity.
Playing games.
Ripping at my conscience.
I try to run,
There is no place to hide.
Crouched I await the coming.
Like a dark shadow it washes over me.
Engulfed in black.
Tearing at my flesh.
I scream out in horror,
It is no use.
My body is broken,
But my spirit is free to fly.

By Exandra