Worse Than Before Poem by Troy Clark And Neal Simons

I hate my life
For what it is
I hate myself
For who I am.
My life is hell
My own mind is hell,
For as I try
To sleep my sorrows away,
I dream of blackness,
Surrounded by demons
That bear my sickly image.
With claws and fangs,
They tear at me,
Without mercy,
'Til I fall to my knees.
I then look up,
And see before me a dark angel
With a sword in his right hand.
He thrusts the sword through my heart,
And I wake up,
Feeling worse than before.