I would love to release whatever unspecified mess, and display whatever inexplicable emotions erupting within my chest..
I would love to be carried away by the eerie winds of despair, whistling throughout the weathered bones of mine.
I would love to erase and disintegrate the haunting memories of past and present times.
I would love to regain innocence, and tackle the constantly inconstant clockwork of my mind.
I would love to embrace the abyss tailing the lightened end of a tunnel, leading to the lightened tunnel beyond the abyss.

In my mind, I'm chained to the bed.
The bed rests on the gallows pole.
The gallows pole adjacent to temples of merciful Gods. Gods nowhere to be seen, heard, or felt.
The senses numb and rust.
The rust dulls the chains, I break free.
I leap faithless off the gallows pole, uncertain of how high it sat on bigots' lap.
I pass by the temples as I dive, no mercy to be found. Idolised figures, sanctified mortals and no sacred Gods.
I'm descending aimlessly.. No ground to be found. Until I feel that skinful ground, until I see the two starry skies and until I hear the heartbeats of mercy, I'm unable to land.

In night, day, morning and imperfect comas.
Recurring three figures of one sole meaning.
Each day, its variety of clouds casts different states of mind.
The unrhythmic, unkind and overwhelmingly melancholic.
The pleasant, warm and astonishingly beautiful.
The timing and place of its occurring, determines whether to reminisce and moisturise one's skin, or to wander through rainy forests of what-ifs, and waterlog one's skin.

We are the race that preferred to let the thoughts of perfectionists lead them to think of their unique bodies and features as mediocre. We've chosen to get rid of our individual smells, to be showered by the chemical spells. We could've bathed in nature, yet we chose to be separated from nature. We look upon ourselves in disgust, and condemned ourselves to insecurity and distress. We chose to break into packs led by the wretched, and driven unto distortion. We've governed the Deities' commandments and set them on demand. We've disfigured the beauty of love, passion, intimacy and beauty itself. We've exploited our home, selves, beings and life!

Laugh and tears equals joy.
Tears and weeping equals morosity.
Tears and laughs and weeping equals madness.
Tears and laughs and weeping and madness equals insanity.
Sanity leads to insanity.

Sorrowful, lustful. Youthful folk, with their youth stolen by prideful sages.
Gluttonous for the lives lacking life.
The chain rusts, greedy oppression in the name of a manipulated definition of God.
Guardians of love, care, mercy, freedom creed armed with Wrath!
Envy rules a kingdom with broken wings.
Progression diagnosed with sloth, and fear.
Seven sins, in the life of the righteous race.

I see, your words are quite clear.
You speak the truth, and I shouldn't disagree.
I'm oblivious to these facts of yours, they're also proven too.
I can understand it's completely unbiased, and definitely not make believe.
"But...." The word of choice, for all the biased, make believe, oblivious, disapproving, contradicted, crystal clear, pain in the **** *perfectionist know it all.