I Only kill myself In Small Amounts

I walk the halls of darkness,

each step is making me shake.

My skin is crawling with madness,

insanity hide in the shades.

The walls are filled with anger,

and whispers of despair.

My steps are getting longer,

as iron fills the air.

A drum is calling for me,

an echoing, vibrating sound.

It fills me, as it sees,

this empty shell it's found.

The beat takes over my body,

as questions start to appear.

The answers comes from inside,

  the beast of courage and fear.