loathing

In that stairwell i saw his face, lurking through the dark I stood wondering. I wondered his name, and wondered his faith, I wondered if this demon was the cause of my pain. so peering through his evil, I stood crying. wondering the truth of my hate. I knew this demon lived inside me, I knew this demon shared my fate. it was in that stairwell I saw my prison, a nightmare so real i could not awake. and in that stairwell i saw my reflection, a silouette of torment, a man with no face.