the bottom of the sea
my anger rises
and it wont let me be.
I feel like no man
has felt before
I now dispice what
I once adored.
Voices echo in my dark mind
and speak of things
so horrid and hatefull
I hide from myself to stop them.
They speak of death,
hate, rath, dispair
things no human beign
could, for too long, bear.
And when the night is over
and the light hits my room
and i wake to find myslef
but im myself no more.
