It's a strange thing to look inside yourself
and see darkness, black oil bubbling
with animal feathers floating,
drowning  in the thick.
I feel like a well, with nothing but depth
with no one to pull me out, no rope
to even hang myself with.
When you sit in the darkness
with wings too sticky to fly out
you see faces and reflections
that take your mind and stretch it
into unrecognizable shapes.
I am stuck in the oil
of my compressed stress.

You're like a tornado that won't stop ******* in things that make you more powerful
You have no feelings while destroying people and everything they've worked hard to build
You have no sense of reality
You do things without a reason or why
You do things to benefit you
All the while you fool
Are also destroying yourself too.