teetering on edge of sanity
i am blurred by bonds of vanity
that chain me to the empty shell
worn only by those born of hell
who push and prod me to the brink
of sorrow's oceans where i sink
deep into nether regions where
i gasp and plead and beg for air
and fires without fuel still burn
in me as what's left there they churn
and turn into a foamy froth
of vile and tasteless soulless broth
what have i left in me to scale
these daunting mounts, each hill and dale
a lesson in nothing but pain
from which there's no lesson to gain
but to give up and accept fate
that to me demons will dictate
it makes me to my stomach ill
to be a slave to my own will
to be so held within its keep
that i cannot escape its deep
i feel the hate within me teethe
as it struggles for air to breathe
so it can burst full on and drown
or raze the one who held it down
with full scope of a roiling hate
that no amount of love can sate
so in my answer you can bask
since you had all your gall to ask