Where have I stepped;
where did their path
in depths no parallel
am I longing to have;
where there my brothers,
my forever in search
of spirits no begotten
by what earth holds us back;
what an exhaustion;
what my waste is before
than this waste of existence
of no brothers to hold,
what maybe do I ask,
what maybe am I seeking,
or built for destruction
for these notions I'm speaking;
wherever there is kept,
my own bloodlines to stream
my fear of no reason;
my love of all flaws;
let there, be it written
my longings, my blues,
my eternal condemnation
by my absence of laws;
there, my memories either
my beauty and my thirst
by the ink of my tears
sorely sculpted to my curse;
for I now seek no relation;
only truth beyond concern
and a home for my feelings
to befriend all my hurts.
