What could I do, realizing my weak things?
Burning old photographs, erasing feelings....
Horror shapes my precious, God-given talent
Into bursts of madness and unforgiving lament.

I seek order in chaos, a cure for my illness,
But all I gain is the loss of friendship and willingness.
Entering nowhere, the land of the banned creatures,
A sea full of fragmented, thought-tortured sleepers.

Afraid of unkind, honest, barren charges,
I surrender to true dread, alienate, hide, miss.
Cut the cords and go deaf, go far away from temptation,
Tie myself to loneliness and melt into contemplation.

Answers will come, within my mind and endless worlds await,
Twisting words of treacherous friends remind my futile hate
I cannot love, I cannot trust, I cannot act as normal...
Perhaps burning memories deem forgiveness immor(t)al.