Poem For The Insecure Ones

The cold wind haunts me
He's slaughtering my soul
And marks it on the wall,
As my dirty body is sinful
Made of the bad and the dreadful.

Despite my acts, I swear I'm pure
Don't make me feel so insecure.
I cannot see the light through mist...
Oh, please, I beg, let me exist!

I'm struggling in so much,
But God has gave me such
Depriving life to wear.
Within last breath I dare
To not say a goodbye.
Though I still cry,
I will destroy the world.
I Will or I will not.