A Constant Reminder of What Can Come

Anger is a purely destructive path, if left untamed it can be the corruption of one's mind.

They took over, yet again.
I tried my best to secure the door, but they found their way through the subtle cracks
It took a swarm of them to pull me down this time, an army specially designed by an immortal genius.
They took my weakness for granted and had it planned, I know.In the silent darkness, they pinned me down, restraining any other thought.
I could feel them stomp through my shaken veins;they held torches as they marched, blistering my insides, making them raw.
The rope of thorns made from deceiving roses has constricted my throat.A curse dressed in their sunday best, they spoke to me in lies with twisted lips.
They taped my mouth shut and whispered in my ear the horrifying words that became the root of my voice.
I am now trapped left in this desolate hole to rot
A mirror hangs crooked in front of me, forcing me to see the wounds they left, the scars align perfectly with these fresh marks.
My mind shutters at the repeated thought of their return, keeping me in constant fear of how their power has won and conquered.