If you dared take a peak inside my twisted mind,

then you might understand what it's like to be destroyed by yourself.

Depression consumes, my thoughts could kill --

my inner demons smirk as they corrupt my mind.

It's ironic, though, that I created such demons within myself;

borne of the hate that has become me.

Is there an escape from myself?

Putting my demons on paper will have to do for now.