The Opposite of Dozen

The opposite of dozen,

The opposite of sacred,

Because of it the hell has frozen

And restless are the people dead.

My head it fills up with a mist,

It makes me want to use my fist,

The largest fury in my life,

A venom in my paradise.

A life of sorrow it contains,

Before it all that’s sacred faints,

I fear the damage it can do

For happiness it’s able to undo.

Cast into a sea of desperation

I feel my soul’s elimination

And see it crawling next to me,

Together we are for eternity,

But I want this bond to erase,

I need to stop the contact,

I can’t keep going with its pace

Because my sanity will not remain intact

Should it continue with me to interact.