I've drawn myself a prison that I cannot erase.
Unquenchable embers of my own self hate.
I didn't draw an exit nor write a conclusion.
The shackles on my hands, products of my own dillusion.
There's no sign of hope no sign of light.
No sign of day just a constant night.
What am I to do What am i to say?
Confine myself till it all goes away?
Some may look and ask why:
I drink this poison hoping someone else would die
My bitterness that poison that I cannot relent.
My bitterness a poison that only I sent.
This is a pretty self explanatory work, our bitterness, hate, rage, etc is something that we create to harm everything around us including ourselves. The last lines work around the phrase: "bitterness is the same as drinking poison hoping the other person will die," This expounds upon that phrase and the concept that we determine how we feel and how we destruct ourselves.