Infection, Depression
This infection, a depression that wont end a spite filled creature who's hate comes from within. a tormented soul who will never forgive a man who can't stop the voices in his head this is i, a being torn of life a bastard child who's ill will has never lost sight a hatred for humanity so deep, it burns out bright through my eyes some say i have the soul of the devil, and i'm a hollowed out shell with a demon inside this repression, an impression that wont leave my head caught in a blackhole that keeps sucking me back in to a town that mass produces apathy until i'm dead my eyes are burning from always seeing red i'm the one who's trapped in a corner screaming i cant take the weight of the world but my will inside just wont let me die and its keeping me alive just enough to suffer.