Lake of Peace

A twisted image reflects upon a lake polluted with pain
Rippling my distortion under the weight of my own acidic rain
Eroding the banks of my sanity that cannot hold back the tide
I force a crooked smile to parts of my soul that have already died

The lake spews out gases acrid and dense with years of decay
I climb into my dying reflection, face down is where I stay
My ambitions ache incessantly deep within my malodorous core
A primordial hunger that craves my existence will be no more

Eyes sting with acceptance as the toxicity floods my vision
Lungs fill with the fetid stench as one breath makes my decision
The world fades to a deathly black and for once the voices cease
I am now the pollution of this lake that brought me peace