Drifting slow, sloping agony, Hell let loose.
Dripping eyes, yearning soul, meaning not apparent,
Disguised by hate…
Not at Hell, not at all, but hurtful reality,
Blessing in hiding…
Empty halls echo footsteps toward unknown ground.
Protection of one’s self measures in extreme landmines in an asphalt brain.

Twisting, turning pathways lead thoughts caught like twined serpents, scales weigh out truth in a self-inflicted purgatory state, and past abuse manifests the key to homemade hell.
Locked off doors and empty reason, the natural reaction to subconscious fear…
Thoughtless, brutal, the side of the beast…
The aggressor is repressed, the predator subject to phobia.

Lashing out, projection of silent tears, abusing the innocent to relieve inner pain.
Cruel out of agony, not hate…desperate for power.
Assaults on one loved beyond reason’s reach.
Shadow plays on desperate threats against iron will, fear of emotion.
Loss of control...
Forgive my displays, love masked by malice…
But me, you already know…