• I stalk out in the night,
    waiting for my chance
    to wipe your mind clear,
    and bring on the peace
    one never thought possible.
    Yet, taking all of your pain in
    prevents my mind from having
    the peace it so heavily desires
    in its own sweet hunger.
    Your wounds will heal,
    whether they be internal
    or on the surface of your very skin.
    But ever so regretfully
    i take in the so sadly verified fact
    that time cannot heal me,
    for my body will always crave
    that amazingly excruciating thirst
    for your memory of pain itself.
    I am going crazy
    within my own inescapeable asylum.
    And i await the day
    my mind will come to peace,
    and i will no longer crave the pain,
    i will only crave the peace,
    but no, it shall not be stolen,
    it will be my own,
    and i may be happy again...