The thought of you
clouded my purpose,
I lose the moment
and the pain resurfaces.

Between the cracks
of the purest love,
my disease hunts
for the cut above.

It sends me back
to pain once held,
sends me forward
to the future’s fold.

Fantasies of outcomes
and distant presumptions,
when the illusion shatters
there is no salvation.

I’m lost with emptiness
my disease is unchecked,
a dream I once held
ends in spiritual death.

When I lose control
reality begins to hurt,
in a desperate attempt
I try to cure the curse.

But the answer is inside me
the past and future, gone,
I’m living for reality
and the universe in song.