The Room With Views

I hate everyone and I hate everything.

No longer subdued, will I accept the blame.

Temptation is first and foremost,

in the depths of the mischievous mind.

No longer confused by the mental abuse did I act so

sublime.

When the piper piped his tune.

Death by suicide ensued.

When the piper piped his tune.

Death replaced the room with views.

I knew everyone and I knew everything.

So often excused, I was often abused,

I was forced to remain.

So typically focused, the hours I'd noticed,

my choices had all been in vain.

Subliminal voices, the sickness contagious,

I'd thought I was losing my mind.