• Black piece of soul
    Writhing and screaming for release
    Begging to be let free

    Kept hidden
    To reduce the fallout
    To keep normalcy and save face

    Unconvinced and without conscious
    The charred piece of our soul
    We ignore

    It festers and rots
    Weaving more intricate scenarios
    It's words flow easily through our lips

    Controlling situations
    Because we let it
    Because it's easy

    The abomination feeds
    Our doubt and angst a feast
    So it keeps growing

    At last it consumes us
    In its gluttony, our emotions are not enough
    Down it's gullet we go
    Mixing within it's dark soul
    Until we are lost