Here sits a man

Here sits a man 
Upon the crooked chair in the corner 
Dim light through broken glass 
Alone, desolate, empty 
Nothing left to live for 
Everything to die for 

Diminished to seek nothing 
Mental pain 
Ghosts of the past 
No one cared 
No one came 

Bitterman 
Anguish 
Trust in no one 
Ethos of hatred 
Depression his only companion 
Bitterman 

Tormented 
Misanthropy his forte 
Wishing suffering upon others 
Affirming his tenacious existence 

Eyes glazed with rage 
Mind collapsing, falling 

Wretched skin 
Scarred and torn 
Shard in hand 
Laceration of relief 
Red gleaming stream 
The only warmth he feels 

Bitterman 
Anguish 
Trust in no one 
Ethos of hatred 
Depression his only companion 
Bitterman 
Bitterman 

Anguish 
Hatred 
Degradation 
Dominating 
Madness 
Collapsing