Honor and virtue blind you to the wickedness that fuels my soul.
My demon is nourished by the anguish and misery I visit upon myself.
But your smile unravels the walls built to protect the world around us.
An aching desolation inspires my self-destruction.
My skin crawls with the devastation it longs to reap.
Searing thoughts burn, as they pass over my lips.
This is a battle you cannot win, for it rages within.
I always rebuild and blood and bone serve as my brick and mortar.
Fighting For A Chance To Dream 