Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite
Options are of dull few words
For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend
This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical
Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival
What is this that consumes me,
Infuses in me the traits of a stranger
Who is this stranger deep within my members
How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design
If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot
The days are still, peace is wraught
Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen
These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate
Will i rid myself this burden, even in death?
Can this load be no more?