I wish that one day , I would be sane.
Unable to feel the pain.
Live my life with a wife.
Not to be a part of the strife.
A torch in my heart lit, unable to fit.


A tare in my soul, a bleed out of pain.
Nothing to gain.
Feel the pain.
Frame by frame.
Grain by grain.
Brick by fuckin’ brick.


It’s not a trick, I know love, love knows me.
Yet sometimes, I wish that I never saw that bright light of fright.
I choked my heart, bits and pieces torn apart.
I was never the same again, for better or worse.

It’s a curse.