A dark and damp cold
Envelops the broken,
Melancholy soul
Of a child promised
To save a world.
A world full of people
Who have no desire to save her.
To save a world
That is undeserving.
That does not deserve a child,
Who wears the weight of the world
Upon her frail, innocent shoulders.

Yet she fights .
She battles the demons that lurk
Just beneath the skin
Of those to weak and broken to push them out.
And they fight back. They snarl and slash and lung.
They beat the hope and faith and will out of her
Until she's got no fight left inside
Her burning molten heart

She falls to her knees
Sinking into the soft wet mud
As she cries.
She weeps
for a inexperienced and empty life.
Full of death, full of pain
And alone, surrounded by the broken fragments of her young soul.
So utterly alone is she
Wrapped in that dark,
Damp cold.