Such as a puzzle is confusing, that you are to me.
New discoveries I approach, and so may it be.
That, however I cannot, bear surprises of thee.
Such will, I do not have, to let it be.

Too often, within myself, I fight.
Making poor attempts, at views of right.
My vision askew, yet only slight.
A day to come, of achieving right.

Tearing into fragments, over one's heart.
Torturing thoughts, bring me apart.
Pierced by points, sharper than a dart.
Yet no desire stirs, to be apart.

Swallowed in anger, carried by sadness.
Thy mind drifts slowly, into madness.
Wearing a comical look of happiness,
I sit solemnly, within this madness.