Thinking ruins me,
I am no longer distracted,
As I write,
It is late,
Haven't I said this before?
Plenty of times.
As I lie down,
In this bed,
On my pillow,
I think of all the crimes I have committed in this sanctuary.
I think that one day,
They may get worse,
But then I think;
How could my thoughts be worse?
It's easy...
Maybe I'll go through with them.
But I'll fight,
I may have lost a battle or two,
But I'll fight.
But I won't stop thinking.
-Caelin
