Despair's Insidious Blade

Your writing opened the doors to my hate,
To implant the eggs of darkness in your mind,
To feed your heart with lies and laugh at your demise.
All you ever accomplished,
Was to rape yourself in front of those you love most dear.
Murder the light and cause yourself to see,
Murder yourself and I will set you free...

Where the mirror is nothing but a blade,
you will become the weapon I use against you.
There is no mercy left in one returned from hell:
Humanity amputated at God's command,
The fruit of knowledge of despair is mine.
I know exactly how to make you kill yourself.

Apathy is the calm before the suicide.

In order to survive depression, you must become depression,
For as we rape the corpse of God,
Your arrogance begins to fade...