into the darkness
my soul is slipping
filled with madness
my mind has become
my friends have gone
they don't like me
for what I have done
but I can't help it
I'm not in control
I'm just an observer
of my own soul
I am lost
do not taunt me
for I am not there
you must see
that only my body remains
and in it a foul demon
I am no more

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.