PANDORA'S BOX

What is this... this feeling,

such angst,

such dread and ill,

the things that I have thrown out,

returned and betray me,

Lust reigns through my mind,

and kept wondering what it is,

envy sleep in my heart and stay there,

maybe forever,

I hold a handful of jealousy,

though I am holding it tight,

I have a pocket full of hatred,

and it lost me with it maelstrom,

my sight can only be seen by greed,

and though it hunger for more,

where is my saviour,

or is it me that been a saviour for this time,

or is it me that opened the box of demise...