I am made of lies

this eternal grave of madness

and darkness swirls inside me

I like it

I want it

but it is also a burden

a burden for me to carry

on my shoulders

It’s a soothing kind of darkness

that I am contained in

but also a darkness of night

my only friends are my weapons

that lie in secret hidden compartments

of my attire

the only thing I’ve wanted

was to be normal

and it looks like

I’m not getting my wish