They laugh and scorn,
but fail to see
the grief that resides
in the darkness beneath.
Lying, and teasing
your façade.
Burning what's left
and fueling the ache.
Push through and fight it,
you chant, silently praying
for the worst to end.
One last time,
Please, prevent a crime.
But, they lie.
They destroy
the little sanity you stored,
breaking your core
and unleashing the wrath,
setting free the beast inside.
Thank god, you laugh with
a glint of power in your eye
as you bring it to an end.
Forgive me not,
for I have sinned.
