Tension

A feeling of wrath emerges from my decaying soul
With nothing in this world that could keep me whole
This chaotic sense of self, driven toward insanity
Would not allow me to open my eyes to see
Losing will to push forward through this dark time
And witnesses the others who are left behind
Wanting joy to overcome my dark state
The damage is done and the light is too late
The craving for my own blood lingers throughout
Caused by the utmost depressing drought
Gashes and scars are remains of my tension
Aware that this fate is no illusion