Always ready to defend my heart,

always carrying a sword in my mind,

always defending myself,

always bleeding out of my chest,

I look around,

it looks like there is nothing to fear,

but my mind screams,

and my heart burns,

and my head hurts,

so, I blindly swing the sword,

hoping to cut any demon that is too close,

but sometimes the blade touches the wrong skin,

the sword made for monsters,

cuts right through a loved one.