This vile demon,
Creeping in my mind,
My thoughts reflect it,
My actions show it.
How is it possible to be so out of touch with reality?
How can one person be the subject of such confusion?
This pain and the stains of blood on my hands,
Are mine, and mine alone, to carry on.
This darkness in my head,
This blackness in my soul,
Far from consciousness,
I sleep forevermore.
The moon is like a beacon,
The only source of light in the midnight dark,
Guiding me through the tunnel of life,
Until I reach the end, where death awaits my arrival,
To finally rest in peace.
