Mortal Conflict

I would love to speak to you alone, No one could ever guess my aggressive tension. I would like to call you a moron, Years passed by, yet you are still in your reflection. I would let go of my chain, Oxygen creates a vague reaction in my infected brain. I would let go of my disease, The disease is heavier than my knees. I want to cast off my memories, The memories of you are nothing but a troublesome maze. I want to ruin the faces in your art, Bodies mean nothing when souls fall apart. This will hurt me more than you could ever imagine, More than I recall of my sins, More than the air I breathe, The more I let go, the more I believe. I found it coursing through my veins, I found it without pain. I found the valid reasons to return to normal, Abnormality cannot define the mortal.