This one has no title. Mainly cuz the ink just dried (I just wrote it) maybe you guys can help me think of a title.

The lake of beauty below the glowing light
I stand warm and strong as I bask in the glow
I slip off of a touch of beauty
Hold it high in admiration

Every thing I touch rots and decays
Death dips on my scared and dirty face
The clouds of my doubt and failure
Come and destroy my future hope

When can I escape my mind?
Where can I run from my bloody scum cage?
Why must I live inside of me?
What day will I see my happy ending?

I write these worthless words
In a safe place, I lie
Behind a wooden door with a broken lock
Torn and wrecked the room where I hide

The places here with memories all but gone
The corners where my fear has leaked
The floor where I have dyed from weakness
This is my home, this is my hell

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Anger. The emotion of change.
Kill for me.