Into This Desolation

I find myself wandering, wondering,
Lost in some form of thought,
This wasteland of my life
sprawls ahead and behind me,
And I cannot make it better;
I'm not even sure if I want to.
What would it matter?
I'm doomed to walk this world
as the living disease that creates only tragedy,
I hurt all that I touch,
I burn through everything
that might be precious to me,
I devour each heart that tries to show love,
And I move on,
As if I'm untouched by all this.
But, deep down... I am dying, piece by piece.
Lost in this desolate world I have made for myself.
I wish it was different,
And that I could be something more,
But in the end,
We can only do what we were made to do.
And I was created to destroy.
And so, I destroy