They say there is beauty in our flaws; I see only void in my own.
This void I see eats away at the small amount of raw beauty I have; it distorts what and who I am.
Tearing me apart, fragment by fragment. Like a virus sent to kill the soul.
Why- Oh why does this void snake into my mind?
My mind, it is going corrupt, being split at the seams!
Spare, oh, spare my mind!
The poison void, it spreads like a webby cancer, burying itself deep into the confines of the creative mind.
I will fight through with burning passion; I fight with a strong spirit.
My will, how I assume it so weak!
How glad I am to be proven wrong!
Praise, for I am my cavalry, I save myself.