Wickedness Poem by Isaac Armstrong Annor

I am the pain you feel inside,
I am the darkness you try to hide.
I'll eat at your soul,
You'll have no control.
I am the voice in your head,
I am the one you most dread.
I mess with your mind without a care,
I will make you feel weak with despair.
You try to fight what you really fear,
I will corrupt your soul, my dear.
When those thoughts had finally disappeared,
I came back with what you feared.
Your sanity will cease,
There is no sweet release.
I am the wicked who uses hate,
I am now the controller of your fate