Defeated

This night I fall, fumbeling, stumbeling. Blinded by bitter tears of rage and remourse. I scour the street for the dull edge. The thin line between this world and the next. I am broken, a wasted shell, the seed of life has been crushed, before it could be sewn. I moan in my heart this pain is too great, sacrifices reluctantly offered, yet neccissarry. I bleed, I cry for my heart as I watch it crumble. My distruction is nigh, is there a cure? This disease threatens my very existance. So I'll cease to exist. Never more shall I hurt, never more shall I break, I am defeated.