Boundless - Insidious Disease

As I plunge into

The heart of darkness

Lost but free

From oppression

This journey through

Desolated landscapes

Of the forsaken mind

Searching my own kind

I am at the depths

Of my own depravity

Eating from the last shreds

Of humanity

As much as it sickens me

I have to kill to stay alive

Succumb to pride and denial

Pain and strife

There are some really sick people

And I am one of them