• I am the darkness
    I am the thick black mud
    That corruptly pollutes your every thought
    The seeps into the cracks of your porcelain psyche
    And stains the self-righteous purity that you claim to love

    I am the puppeteer
    Tugging on your strings to move you forth
    On the sordid little journey that you call your existence
    The hand that is forced up through your a** to grab your vocal cords
    And stifle insatiable mutterings that you can not help but to gush

    I am the fire
    That glows in the pit
    Of your infernal gut every time
    You gaze upon the vileness that is
    Your own reflection, looking upon you just to laugh

    I am the blood
    That falls upon the tile
    Like God's tears as he gazes
    Upon all of his creations and realized how wrong he was
    In giving life to those who would rather thrust it back in his face

    I am the emptiness
    That you feel as you stand
    Upon your wooden pedestal, prepared
    To give it a solid kick and change it into a stairway
    Into an eternity, devoid of any contact from those who made you suffer

    I am the guilt
    Thrust upon those you leave behind
    As they struggle to find an ounce of reason
    Fumbling to come up with a single logical answer
    Behind your fleeing escape into the eternity filled blackness

    I am the madness
    That crawls into those who remain
    And wallow in the filth and puddles of self-pity
    Telling themselves you're still beside them as you lie
    In your darkened hole underneath the sole of the weeping

    I am suicide
    An act beyond all human greed
    Selfishness that claims no equal as those
    Who are blind enough to lose sight of any and all hope
    Take the easy way out while their loved ones struggle to breathe on