Endless Creation Forever

Like a fever dream, he looks into the mirror and laughs uncontrollably and hysterically. Blood dripping down his face, eyes swollen and an infected smile. Violently laughing at himself, twisting his head round.  His eyes dazed and closer to a psychotic episode. Finally, he's alone.  Unstable and unhinged. He looks at the blade, covered in violence, tears and heartbreak.  He wants to kill again. 

The walls are talking.  They speak of blasphemy, lies and propaganda.  They attempt to smother my mind with the lies and untruths that celebrate my downfall.  It's sickening, this feeling in my heart. Is it neglect? Is it breaking? Is my heart being placed under a new disregard?  These walls shovel this blastphamous ideal like a patriot. It feels like i'm drowning in a river of pessimistic ideas.  I have to break free of these patterns before it destroys me and all that i have created.  How do i overcome this? How do i move on from these unwanted patterns?  All i know is broken patterns. Yet to finalise myself with successful patterns.  Will i snap out of it? Or will i continue to break?