There is something wrong...a dark poem

There is something very wrong with me

Death and destruction all that I see

Everything filled with ash and decay

Darkness consuming every day

Beauty withers before my eyes

As everything I see slowly dies

Every single breath

Filled thick with the taste of death

Voices distorted to my ear

Laced with emptiness and tears

Barren landscapes all around me

The earth burning as I struggle to get free

Laughter of demons haunts my nightmares

As this madness fully ensnares

My soul slowly decaying

My heart cold and dying

The living nothing more than waiting dead

Their fates clear in my head

There is something wrong with everyone

As I slowly understands what needs to be done

Seeing the truth for the first time

I reach for the destiny that is solely mine

Alone in a world gone to hell

I have to break the devils spell

And grant the waiting dead some peace

Giving them their final release

Hunting them both night and day

Ignoring the lies that they all say

And in the moments of death, I finally see

The beauty that has been lost to me

Their faces smooth and clear

Finally free of decay and fear

I can taste again the sweet breath of life

As I save them from a world full of strife

There is something very wrong with me

As I try to deny what I see

In the reflection of the mirror

My dying eyes fill with terror

As death takes its final hold

Leaving my skin decaying and cold

The laughter of my madness returns

As around me the whole world burns