I dread myself for having these thoughts
And I know I must cease the ifs, ands or buts
Yet they flood my head like swarming bees
Stinging my mind with poisonous things.
For what used to be a great source of joy
Has now become the bane which I must destroy
Love has turned into burning indifference
Friendship now lost in its own non-existence
A great hatred sprung which cannot be tamed
Perhaps from the time I felt betrayed.
Never again shall my knees touch the floor
In the false hope of gaining something more
Filled with the delusion that his joy is to cherish
But truthfully he wants only for us to perish
In the lies and mistrust he inflicts upon us,
It matters not, for soon we shall all fade to dust
Henceforth, I am the master of my fate
Gatherings of praise I shall no longer anticipate
I am the captain of my soul
The very one which has now become a BlackHole.