The Flush

Thoughtless acts sets my self chosen pain; Never existed in our world, nothing to gain.. Settled in thy youth of which been misused; Over calamity moments, but a mild excuse.. In which I observed and experienced the wicked; Noticed the agony, dispair I was sickened.. Thoughts that conflicted of wanting a change; Examining the mind, I wanted to arrange.. Experiment concluded in my own fluid I was satisfied; Glanced in the reflection, a demon I saw and feeling petrified.. Voices uncommon and visions are dim; Betrayed my emotions, creations of a sin... Shadows that lurk, glare that ticker of fear; The Flush in my body which caused them to appear... The names I given and classified the horde; Overwhelms my soul, of a demon of sort... The Flush is my creation and punishment of my affliction.. I think Im ready for my extinction...