Act on your own impulse,

To quiet the demons that toy with your mind.

Release the dark delusions that cloud the will,

Be free to make your choice for once in your life.

Oh the irony,

For something so disturbed is gracious to the heart.

Bringing silence to the pain inside that resounds,

Practically a gift from the devil himself.

Yet the regret that comes with giving in,

Makes the hurt once again unbearable.

The sickening experience

of self-loathing to come.

However when you live to feed the aching of

Loneliness,

Imperfection,

Hate,

Sorrow,

Acting on every sin is almost worth the rebounding remorse.



Almost.