Such a deep, grating pain with such little remorse
Perhaps it’s explained by the pain I have forced
Or emptiness inside me where I used to be packed
It’s contrast - I’m burning; I’m freezing; I’m cracked

Deep in the breeze there’s a misguided longing
Like people I’ve lost or the soul I’ve left wandering
In the jail of my mind - a place void of all feeling
And the love I’ve let go which I’ve taken to stealing

A few words stick out - the ones that might matter
If I’d delete the pronouns; the seeking; her laughter
My passion’s a symptom; my knowledge a curse
Infectious like pollen - easier dispersed

And how do you hear it?  Have I wrote it the same?
Does it seem like you’re touring remnants of my brain?
Or does it simply mean nothing like the person who wrote it?
Either way it’s still hard for my beat veins to hold it.