B Flat

In the dim recesses of a tormented mind,
A voice whispers, cruel and unkind.
It echoes through the hollow halls,
In relentless waves, on shadowed walls.

I fall deeper into this silent scream,
A soul adrift in a dark, waking dream.
Mirrors mock with a twisted grin,
Reflecting the loathing that festers within.

Each thought, a thorn in my side,
Cycles of hatred, deeper than wide.
Spinning faster, a maddening spin,
Dragging me under, the dark creeping in.

Why does the heart entertain such spite,
Turning day’s warmth into coldest of night?
I’m shackled to fears I cannot fight,
In this endless loop of fading light.

Self-inflicted wounds bleed unseen,
Staining the canvas of what might have been.
Every heartbeat an echoing drone,
In this carcass of flesh and of bone.

Yet, amidst this cruel internal fray,
A faint light flickers, far away.
Hope whispers soft through the din,
A plea to heal, from deep within.

So I grasp for it, through tears that blind,
A way to leave this hate behind.
For even trapped in the darkest of plots,
The soul still yearns for gentler thoughts.

** DISCLAIMER: this was generated with ChatGPT from a prompt I gave it. I then did some mild editing to improve flow and rhythm.