Disbelief In Self

A twisted mind fostering hate,
Lashing at innocence, self proclaimed writer of fate,
Slave to my migraines, bursting with fear,
State of turmoil, confinement near,
Wretched gargoyles that only i see clear,
Disciples of Loki stealing my air.

Self contained, secluded and weak,
Agonizing mental chains just beyond reach,
Confused by words about what i seek,
Slaughtered by misconceptions,
Is this really me?

[Cluster III]