Disillusionment  Incarnate

Will the cycle ever end
             Abuse is self-inflicted to feel movement of the mind
                               Conquest of enlightenment appears in vain

          Insanity echoes throughout the hollowed chambers, laced in cobwebs whisps of spun silk
              Waterfall of bitterness  revolves unblemished  from hazy eyesight
                Whispers of failure threaten barely held sanity
        Salty wounds bleed moisture of eminent demise
                    Reopened by the imposters spell to confuse
Blackened pupils reflect innermost loathing
                   Wishing to see thyself as others view this tragedy