To be as I am
You must experience
What I have been through
What I have felt, and thought
Not only during the events I keep
Chained to a wall in the unconscious of my psyche
But in all of the times
I have taken simple pleasures
And soiled them
With my lure of taking pretty things
And ripping them apart

What a horrid habit of mine
To take a good situation
And manipulate it until all I have to do
Is strike a match, stand back, and watch
As everything that was once beautiful
Turns to ruins at my feet
The only things left are
The memories I have
Of the horrible things I've done
Another set of chains on the wall