Defeat

The only things sicker than those I've done
Are those I've planned to do.
I want to purge the disease of me.
I strive to be worthy of you.

I hate the world outside of us.
They'd pull us down if they could.
There's so much to hate, but the worst of all:
They convinced me to doubt in your good.

I want your help getting free of them all,
And you've shown me the best weapon.
I use my horror of the dark world without
To beat back the darkness within.