I am my own plague
A willing demon to take
Everything
Me
I am my worst enemy
I could destroy myself by the count of three
My words are knives
My screams gunshots
My tears are grenades
My skin is hell's ground
My thoughts are wounds
My voice death's tune
Me
I admire the destroyed
And yearn for wreckage
I seek destructions
I wrestle with rage
Because its my best friend
Me
I don't hurt anyone but myself
Loneliness is the dish I serve to myself on a golden platter.
Served with a starter
Which is anger
With a side dish of danger
Me
I am my first and worst plague.
