Harder Thought

Catechisms of self-pity
clouding my every thought
racking my body full of hatred
waving the hand of death over my head
contaiminating my mind
muffling my sences, poisoning my thoughts
self-hatred, developing stronger
unrelentless in its proding
making my mind mush
revolations undying
proceding with no permission
no light to be found today, or anyday
dark covers anything and everything
so thick the light cant penetrate
standing empty and all alone
doomed to the emptyness of life
straying far from humantity
vanishing right before the eye
locked under a constant thought
a harder thought