BrokenRomantic

Don't touch me. I am the Demon Child. Tainted blood and wicked smile. Burned by day. No comfort in night. It'd be so easy to give up the fight. My trump card is played. I've lost my ace. I'm trapped inside this terrible place. I'm falling much farther. I'm losing the fight. The darkness holds my salvation, answers My plight. Where it hurts to think. Hurts to be. So take my life or set me free.