such a burden it is, the yearning mind
such craves and wants of knowledge seekd
beneath the sun and sky and stars
a ravenous hunger that painfully weeps
Desperation's bastard , a twisted creation
malice and contempt , Ruminations's exile
a vulgar seething pound of flesh
that caged the soul in electric pyre
the pain of knowledge, the daggers them
that twist within the soul and morals
that nearly die in troubled eves
and remorse that seeps in the hollows them
where the id resides in malformed contempt.
