Body and soul can never be married
I need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell
Insoluble hoping cannot uphold me
I will drown in dysphoria
in the cold black pond of my self the pit of my immaterial mind
How can I return to form
now my formal thought has gone?
Not a life that I could countenance.
They will love me for that which destroys me the sword in my dreams
the dust of my thoughts
the sickness that breeds in the folds of my mind