Torn between conflict of facing the truth,
and the urge to ignore such predictions.
Outside perspective, an internal sleuth,
will avoid any sudden afflictions.

"But what," says my mind "if wrong is the right-"
"- and you brush off your soul's obligations?"
Should ignorance fail to conquer the fight,
and instinct: that of keen observation.

New, sharpened blade severs guilt between guilt,
bitter shame sitting right in the center .
If you must know me, then know to the hilt,
that my mind is a crevice you'll enter.

Shed light on masquerade, faces of doubt,
Faces of nothing, if light were without.