Words are Knives

Insane

There is no one to blame
For this evil soul
Darkness and Sickness
Heap atop of me in this hole
Joy slips through
My shaking fingertips
Formed by sins,
Look, see how my heart rips?

Lying on my bed,
Assuming death's position.
Surrounded by these laughing demons
I scream my submission
As Pain and Sorrow dart
About my window pane (pain)
Can't help the world
When I'm going insane.