My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?

My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.

The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.

The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.

Someone hears, perhaps. Far off in yet another world, where dreams are real, and mine, unknown by me, all seen and also known.

Come day – quick and slow at once; yielding but hindered; tardy but fast; open yet confined; trill but dark.

Hasten light that opens key-less doors, and crack me wide apart that I may bleed and bloom again in your eyes, my fierce lord. Oh, appall me, and then again!