Beneath my good intentions, lies my malevolence - my nature.

For the false peace I seek, I cherish hell in others.
For every breath I take, my demons live longer.
I shall fall in peace, for others live unburdened
By the disguised yet haunting evil that I fostered.

I grow tired of hurting others, hurting without even the intention to.
Because beneath the colored mask that I so carefully designed,
There is everything to hate, yet so little left to love.
"I am good, I am bliss, I am innocent" -
Those are merely tales that hold no truth,
A disgraceful pursuit
To hide my destructive, wrecked nature.

I exist, therefore others suffer.