My death dealer

This beam shines light on the dark that surrounds me
but deepens the wounds that cover me
A curse is cast upon me, that which brings a feeling of solicitude to my heart
and loneliness to my reality
Unveiling an unknown hatred of the one whose stubborn selfishness
takes the remedy without necessity
Fighting every moment against psychotic urges
that change the dream that should have been
The fatigue settles in and my sword is laid to rest.
Sorrow takes my pride and darkness surrounds me…

C.S.