Crawling up from the pit of my insanity
Drenched in malice, envy, jealousy
It stares at my own twisted reflection
And through a haze of blood red mist, it sees me.

Looking through the glass, I see
A distorted image grinning back at me
Like a puppeteer, it chooses my actions for me
And it shrouds the core of my sanity.

Consuming my mind, devouring my will
Destroying my life until I see only red
Living with no sight to see my regrets
And, through my blind actions, constructing my own deathbed.

Gone is the tragedy that plagued my life so
The life I could have lived had never begun
For, like a parasite, my anger dragged me down so far
As to meet the abyss, the darkness to which I had succumbed.

Don’t let the hate control your life…