Diary of a Madman: The Ends of the Means

Perhaps I seek suffering,

Maybe that is why I sought you.

Perhaps you seek to cause it,

Maybe that is why you found me.

Or was it the other way around?

I don’t even know anymore.

Was a touch worth so much?

Was a few years enough for the price?

I sit and wonder,

Never knowing the answer.

But then, a voice, a demon singing,

Demons can’t sing.

Yes It was worth it.

I do not write this for you to understand it, I write it for myself. Please do not ask me to explain this piece to you. I share it with you, not seeking your approval, but simply to express my thoughts, that they not be contained within me, burning into my soul as they seek release.



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