Deep in my mind, a voice whispers to me
   Late in the night, I eventually agree
Yet no matter my efforts, I cannot conform
   Not for this voice in my head, I shall never perform
I don't believe that I'm free, so in darkness I await
   It is the best I can do, to try to not hate
But the venom has a hold in me, its roots have grown quick
   I can't see myself in the mirror, my soul twisted and sick
The world giggles and laughs, all at my expense
   But soon it shall tremble, I will destroy it's defense
Dragged into oblivion by the Just gods
   I ended up hating myself, what were the odds?