Dementia

I'll prove to you that I'm not insane

Letting the blood flow from my veins

In the end, I'll bleed out the pain

It swells up inside ripping through the screams

A black light, an evil joy  it may seem

A precious nightmare, a dreaded dream

I see through your beautiful disguise

Those whispers in my ears, a joy to my eyes

I've killed myself listening to your lies

This is my final hour

The anger and hate, it's mine to devour

Hate me for I hate you, that is my power

There is no warm and gentle embrace

Only the struggles of life in this race

Killing me, killing you, the criminal leaves no trace

The personal hell that resides in me

Rage is what brings me glory

Away from me are all things holy

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[Black]

I read a book about dementia
You know how to capture it quiet well,
Keep going