In the depths of my soul,
A darkness lingers, takes control,
A misanthrope, I am, it seems,
Held captive by my own extremes.
I harbor grudges, nurse my pain,
My vengeance seethes like boiling rain,
I play the antihero's role,
With anger as my only goal.
I strike out at the world with wrath,
An avenging angel on my path,
My heart aching, my mind enraged,
Injustice fueling my rampage.
But deep down, I know it's not right,
To dwell in darkness, day and night,
To live my life with hate and fear,
And let my soul be pierced by sears.
And so I'll fight to find the light,
To let all logic guide my sight,
To let go of the past and move ahead,
And break free from the chains of dread.
For though the world may seem unfair,
And life may leave me in despair,
I know that hate will only breed,
It is a nasty weed like seed.
So let me choose the path of peace,
Of love and hope and sweet release,
And let my heart be filled with grace,
With every step and every trace.
