Frightening State

As the sun darkens my soul fades along with it. Another day of fear has filled my head with torment. Crying doesn't offer relief anymore neither does my conscience. I hide myself from the world storing the pain in the deepest part of me. Its wicked force compels my mind to inflict turmoil on others. And dark, malevolent forces preside over my body. This internal conflict is an ominous peril to my muddled existence. I'm a stranger to the insensible people around me who notice nothing. I split open in the light like an axed melon on butchers' block. My thoughts are peculiar and my dreams are like bizarre designs in an abstract painting. Wonderous illuminations starving to burst free from the burdens of my thoughts. The fear I possess for myself goes further than any fright humanity has ever shown me.