Dying Soul

As I crouch here on the floor,
Tears streak my face as I cry,
I feel like I've been here before,
My heart is shattered, soon to die.
In the darkened room I shy,
Away from shadows on the wall,
Any word I speak becomes a lie,
Lies that pierce my very soul.
I whirl around to see myself,
Staring with huge and frightened eyes,
The wide-eyed girl, the frightened whelp,
The one who's soon to break and die.
I cry out from the pain,
The pain from deep within my soul,
That I cannot seem to reign,
Soon it will take its toll.
My soul is torn and broken,
This I know as on the floor I lie,
That the Dark Lord now has spoken,
He has come for when I die.