My shadow's been darker than usual
Causing it to swallow the light inside
Feeding my mind with negativity and cruelty
Blinding my eyes to something that rely
I became a slave of my own whist
Departing from my human existence
The pen became a sharp pointed knife
As ink became a flow of crimson blood
The once snow white manufactured papers
Became a skin of my possessed addiction
A drug that continually giving me ecstacy
Torture seems to be my favorite hobby
Killing is now my game in the chess
Slaying who comes to make a mess
This calignous side of me
Is my new self, my new personality