Shrouded in hate,
your pain screaming to be felt,
unstopping fear of something that was never there,
frightful for those of us who are only uncertainties in your nightmares.

Scared now burning,
whispers,
shallow breath,
dreams of the unknown drown your brain with
thoughts of madness.

Now stopping you take a look at yourself,
gone mentally unstable,
only to feel like those around you are the insane,
no more fear,
no more pain,
now even fearing your own hate,
fueling the rage in which it grows,
father and father everyday your mind now falls faster into complete
dementia.

Now waking up in this blackness which is your life,
walking to your bathroom as you glare into the mirror with horror all that
can be seen is your demons,
putting on your suit and tie,
walking to your work,
only to end life by unsuitable means.

Now which is more insane you or the dreams that rot your mind,
with unholy thoughts of suicide,
beyond the flesh beyond the mind,
what lies within?

This mindless seeking of revenge against all that ever harmed you,
only to watch yourself slashing at your arms,
in hate,
but this immortal hate against what?

Only this can be answered by looking within all that there was and ever will
be,
simply finding no answer,
only total insanity.

Morbid dreams,
macabre thoughts,
spouting from your mind,
you will not last long,
fading now into the dreams you once had,
falling in horror,
advocating the demise of life,
within..
your..
soul..
is..
dead.
 
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