Bitter - Black Waltz Omega

I can feel it writhing
Turning, yearning, crying
Prying at my flesh and skin
But I cannot give in
No, never, not to the
Pain and hate that wells inside.
The tempations for freedom
Sweet, delectable, utterly appealing
Are hard to resist to the tortured.
To destroy another is to damn myself,
And make my hell that much worse.