Control

Forsaken and breaking,
hearing the voices again.
Difficult to deal with this intolerable burden.
Commanding and controlling,
feeling the manipulation coming from within.
This change inside me...
Impossible to counteract.

Risk increasing day by day,
I'm losing more and more.
Conscience desolate and empty,
tainting my morality,
blurring fiction with reality.
A hole in my soul tearing wider.

Losing the ability to distinguish right from wrong...
Blood boiling with my lustful hatred.
Future bleak and dismal.
The mark of evil branded onto my pale skin.
Their voices echoing inside my head,
nightmares of my past haunt my sleep.

Days slowly darkening one at a time,
all significance eliminated.
Losing all faith and hope.
Dropping to my knees,
as fate's cataclysm draws near.