Lost here

You are utterly lost, your mind is an ocean of troubled waters and thoughts. Your perception of yourself is gone, your soul is broken. You can try to spread your wings and fly again, but your mental barriers have manifested in a terrible form. Your demons are drowning you, your wings have been torn apart. Peace was lost in your soul.

Now only one thing remains, your fate. Your spite now drives your soul, your darkness now navigates you forward. When your demons try to drown you, you tear apart their arms. Only spite gives you purpose. You poor, broken vessel. This will never end. But neither will the hate and wrath that powers your broken heart. You are drowning, but you will drown those who wronged you. You will drown your demons. You will finally remain alone, standing on an island of corpses.