Do you loathe the numbing feeling,
The intoxicating healing,
The asphyxiating sealing,
Of the borders you were taught?
Can you feel the scars still bleeding,
Do you know the hand that's feeding,
The voracious brain that's breeding,
Sorrows, wishes and the thought -
Is it you, or are they fought?
Endlessly, we have to ponder
Over many things, we wonder
If we need to come asunder
With the thoughts we had in years.
I remember all the ages,
Write them down on empty pages,
Find my mind in withered cages,
See the threat and fight in tears,
Fighting love and hate and fears.
