Lost to Myself

Lost to Myself

My heart is black and blue
from all the treachery you put me through.

This tyranny has flattened me
as your commands reverberate in my hollow soul.
How do I deal with this agony that plagues me so?

My thoughts are no longer mine to keep.
Your curse has fallen upon my shoulders.
My days are growing colder.

I am pensive in memories of old.
I can’t shake this feeling of dread.
Pessimistic thoughts scream in my head.

Am I just a machine that does what it’s told?
I walk along the desert way,
longing to feel the oceans spray.

Is this blood on my hands my own?
I can not mourn at my own funeral.
If love were poison, I’ve taken a spoon full.

All the good is tainted by my heinous mind that treats my friends as foes.
Evil’s vile words have encumbered me with this feeling of guilt.
Its spite and malevolence are knit together as my quilt.

Its ways are etched forever in my mind- a perpetual infection.
This worldly evil annihilates all that is my own.
I meander in a shattered soul all alone.

Will Evil be the death of me? Will it match me to its perfection?
This err mauls my being.
The ghost of myself is all that I'm seeing.


How do I vanquish this fallacy?