Looking in the mirror and what do I see?

I see the evils euthanizing me and turbulent dangers eating at me.

Is it enough for you to understand me? 

Decking out roses and violets to thee, what is the true intent that I see?

I yearn for the place to call home and a place to call a shelter.

Once again, decking out the violets that euthanize me.

Be prepared to empathize with me.

All of my beggings brought me down to my knees.

Please allow me oxygen to breathe. 

Suffocating reasons strangle me as I take a look at

the nightmare that I see.

Latent sorry I'm late the monsters in the mirror

is closing up the gate. All the pandemonium and madness

is killing mate. What do I do with all of this shriveled state?

Crazy and lazy scaring me and all the madness that I see.

Help me please, all that craziness is deafening me.

All those weapons pounding down on me. 

Scared of all the raging whispers that I hear

and maybe it's  too much for my ear.

Lastly lastly I wanna say: something's gotta cure it someday.

Look at what the deoxygenation is doing to me...

Will you be able to breathe with all those haunting words that 

mortify me?