Am I sorry for my pain?

Insisting it breeds
Persisting I flee
My brain barred within festering inquiries

Please…

I fumble with an uncontrollable external internal
I crumble as darkness outweighs ever impending nothingness
And I chase after bliss

Am I sorry for my pain?

Looking for light
Bottling fireflies by night
I gaze above—Moon. Stars. Satellite?  

Fazed by love
Yet blazing blood
Causing craze in floods

Maintaining glance
Chained in trance
Craving chance

Am I sorry for my pain?

It takes time to change
Look after yourself while I’m deranged
Fostering pessimism is less than vain
Guessing system—now who’s insane?
Just watch where you place the blame

I’ll never be sorry for my pain