Have you ever felt an urge to scream?
Like you wanted to break the walls of your inner self?
To put your wrong personality,
With love as a thing with irrationality.

Observing from a distance so that you'll not lose,
Keeping yourself sustained with all the things you believe to choose.
Each moment you are lingering with knives thrown at you,
Even if it looks like it is only a few

Traces of the shadow marks your heart,
Consuming and tearing it apart.
Blinding you from reality,
Causing you to be separated from purity.

You wanted to end the pain by killing the source,
Blindly ending it with an unknown force.
Satisfying your voidly desire,
You ended up making a fire.

Even if it is worth the time,
Have I made my purpose clear?