It is within my bitter blood to love at a foolish capacity.
How do you tell your heart to stop, when it comes so naturally?
The passionate feeling of adoration that skips through my veins,
Preoccupies my mind and at times, makes me feel unsettlingly insane.

Its a scary realm when emotions are hastily displaced.
Its a clever hell that warps and compromises your steady grace.
Being swallowed up by your own mind is a common affair.
If your feet won't keep, passion will painfully lead to despair.

It takes looking though transparent glass to see what needs to be seen.
It takes a mind to be free to envision what needs to be freed.
An enchanting charm is always a attractive feature,
but will time hold fast when you finally meet her?

Shallowly embedded in me is a deep cry for understanding.
Drowning myself in a feeling that will surely sink me.
Buts its my own blood that is satisfying this internal confusion.
I can't escape it but to drain it, perhaps I need a blood transfusion.

Trapped behind this cold window pane,
Not knowing why I feel so drained and untamed.

Struggling to see my eyes with wanted clarity,
and it is all to easily, wasting away my identity.

The heart feels its pumping a beat too fast.
The lung feels as though it's about to collapse.

The head is hungry for something steady and practical.
My only defense left is to feel nothing at all.

This was never the ideal way to be,
A strong hollow tree that's quick to be weak.

Standing tranquil but ill in the face of fear,
at night I will be haunted by my tainted souvenir.

In my mind is the one place I truly exist,
Irresistible antipathy leaves me with cold, clinched fists.

There must be a day when I will love and be free.
Till then I will be staring out with empty defeat.