At the verge of consciousness

Greed for possession
Compensates for killing desire
The new trophy is a victory
Which I witness

Infirmity is a curse
Which I cannot escape
I want to decide
But all I do is obeying orders

Inertia overtakes everything
That was real
He is the one to decide again
Being deeply dormant he wakes up
When I do not want it

Inner struggle
Is endless
Another agony
Gives him strength

Darkness accompanies me
Every step I take
There is no redemption
From deeds that he made
Using my hands

Hatred is overfilling me
The one that I have never felt before
He is the doer
And the reason

I am at the verge of consiousness
Crossing next line
Means insanity