When you came in, I lost it. It feels like serenity doesn't lie within peace; the chaos you started has no cause, no quality transcending your status; your presence has peeled off the skin from the body I inhabit, your whole embrace has triggered a feeling I forgot existed; for a reason I suppose. I run away from ghosts who haunt without mercy, their ignorance is outrageous but I'm the only sinner here. Masters of hearts and destinies I am not, as much as I wish for the possibility, and the knowledge of my own condition doesn't make it easier to face demons, far from it. I let them, oh I let them get the best of me like it has to happen, like I lose the fight as soon as I am aware there is safety at stake.