Angst

Author's Note: This was an interesting one to write. I wanted to touch on the mindset of someone torn between hatred and apathy. I also plugged in a bunch of metal band names in because why not.
The hateful spite of a rabid dog,
A wound that'll never let me heal,
Flashbulb memories haunting me,
Illuminating all my scars,
Walking down that road again,
Chained to a ball that has no key,
I'm sorry for that which I've become,
And sorry that you know me,
The monster that I am,
Was slowly borne into me,
No whimsical rhyme,
Nor happy tunes,
Do I find pleasure in,
Just melancholic apathy,
To fill the void within.
No joyous day,
No partied nights,
Do heal the pains within,
A band-aid for a chronic ache,
That tore my mind apart.
So now I sit here sheltered and,
Protected from corporeal harm,
But somewhere lying deep inside,
An iron maiden looms,
And in that iron maiden I,
Have placed my soul within,
A thermonuclear megadeath,
To cauterize the wound.
Sitting here's a slayer of all that I have loved,
I glare at him with a hatred I didn't know I knew,
To have him glare right back at me no fury that was lost,
I walk up closer, angered now who did he think he was?
And walk into a mirror.