nameless

The beginning of my depression. Dark and hard to interpret

The pain rips and tears the heart.
Crying, you struggle not to fall apart.
Hatred fills the soul,
obsession for vengeance taking hold.

Listen to the wind howl,
the stench of death so foal.
The need to take that which isn't yours
you boldly walk and pound on deaths doors.

Entrance granted, you barge in.
going where no living man has ever been.
shadows leek down the wall,
tugging and pulling till you fall.

Bave or stupid, i know not
for who but you would've fought?