Blades of sharpest steel pierce me
Until my soul is numbed
By man and natures cures
I see not around me
Those also torn and broken
Within their watchful despair.
I see not that if I were observing
The destructive writhing agony
Of those who hold my heart
I too would be more broken
Than even now in my careless
Wasteful destruction.
I see not that I wrench the heart from my loved ones,
With my blind endeavors to **** my pain,
In my struggle for survival.
I see not that I would move heaven and earth
To mend their pain
If I were the observer.
Numbed within my cave
I see nothing but cold,
Lonely despair
And darkness.