A soft sheer of cold air shivers thy soul,
An obligation to conflate, in bareness, i'm told.
To feel the sorrow, of the ones i borrow,
To feel the shame, needing someone to blame.
As i bedight myself, alone, by myself,
The feelings i felt, weren't mine to be felt.
Strangling my empathy, as rain drips sympathy,
Fearing oblivion, as oblivion fears me.

A soft sheer of warm air shivers thy mind,
An infatuation to affection, unless out of sight-out of mind.
To feel the love, of ones who love.
To feel a swain, who is never ashamed.
As i comfort myself, around much of else,
The feelings i felt, were meant to be felt.
Grasping my empathy, as sunshine blares carefully,
Loving inevitable, as inevitable loves me.

A soft sheer of hot air shivers thy body,
An inspiration to hatred, is thee state of my body.
To feel the pain, of fire sustained.
To feel the hate, of but one's mistake.
As i defend myself, around everyone else,
The feelings i felt, should never be felt.
Fearing my empathy, as thunder strikes terribly,
Hating hate, as hate hates me.