TAINTED SOUL.

I got a tainted soul, With the thoughts of death a all, Like a Bird on the edge, Ready to fly and afraid to fall, Bound between the longings, Of being wanted by and being hated for, I am enemy of myself for real, Wanting to be held, Afraid to hold someone, For my touch is a acidic sensation, Curling and wandering through you, Hurting and eagerly eating you up, Been hidden from the eyes, Kept low in shadows and far of sky's,