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.

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