Burnt & Broken

A storm is engulfing the moonlit sky

The raindrops are round yet sharp

Hurting my paralyzed forlorn soul;

I see a distant death around me

And I desire it as much as life.

I am too cold for the human warmth 

On the edge, I want to be buried,

And want not to hear myself again.

No weapons can kill me anymore

And soon I would be scavenged

A dirty death, a painful dilemma

I can see it but can't allure it enough.