Before You, After Her

You need to see the me before I met you,
the man that stood down a fifty foot drop,
the man that loved nothing.
To fully understand my mind,
you need to see my spent time,
the lost eternity,
wasted on hatred,
and whispering wishes of chaos.
You need to feel the corruption of my sanity take place in front of you,
and witness the rooting of my tainted soul.
Take your hand,
and place it on the base of my skull.
Close your eyes,
and breath deep.
Here are my thoughts,
take them,
study them,
and attempt to see,
that you're the best thing to happen to me.