Crawls like a worm from a bird

Fighting from myself. I have no chance against it, like the current from the ocean. I'll give myself to fate and sit with the moon to wait.. We'll soon see.

When I reach the end,
The edge stares at me, taunting me.
take my hand
and pull me in.
The dark envelopes me and i fall into a peace.
my mind is blank as i take this onto me.
 in dismay i realize what i've done,
 i'm nothing but a coward and i shall never face my fears.
  what has become of me that i shall do this to others?
 I can't but help it, i can't but to want.
 I reach out and touch his face,
 only to realize the glass that has been placed.
 between us only a wall.
i slap myself on the wrist as i realize what ive done.
walking towards the bright,
a free spirit, i wish to take off
 but here i lie buried among the dead
 the trees roots reach down and find my slow beating heart,
releasing the water from his veins he revives me.
  As a zombie i walk,
 flutter, flutter beating heart!
 I am the walking dead.
 i can't but remember him, what has become of me?
this soul i end and embrace the dark.
what has come of me but the mark of a sinner.
The dead welcome me with open arms,
I am engulfed in sorrow.
 What have i become?
Terrified of what is inside,
I crawl like a worm from a bird.
 I am my own enemy,
two sides, one death.
what will become of me?