Is it wrong?
My identity?
Love cannot exist in guilt,
I know how I'm seen;
I'm not that.

I can see through time

This should make me fear
Yet absolutely nothing
Is all I can feel.

Even amongst friends
I just cannot stop shaking;
The sky, it is dark.

To me, a weakness,
But time continues forward.
Fear, forevermore.

She always felt too many things,
For anyone else and herself.
A good deed's a reward in of itself,
Yet she drowns in the pain it brings.

How long can this heart keep beating;
It's valves clogged with webbing and dust?
Doses of envy, gluttony, and lust,
They dig deep within; they sting.

A moment's joy is stolen away,
Any hope of love long since forgotten,
Her soul overgrown, gnarled and rotten.
It's within silence she chooses to stay.

Feelings renege by living causality;
A defence against feeling too much.
Those desires for contentedness, joy, and such,
Could only make way for apathy.

A smile can never survive
It's own self-awareness.

Bright colours fade over time.

Time is long behind me.

A simple task.
A thousand repetitions.
I know it like the back of my hand.
Perhaps that's why it's a comfort.
Again and again,
Assurance that I know one thing.
Unscrewing, rescrewing,
My yellow wire to keep me grounded.

All my screwdrivers are insulated.