I think I understand torture
Oh my god who do I think I am
I think I understand pain
Not even the half of it kid
Torture is like being apart
Pain is it not working out.
Oh did I silence the liar? The conscious defier
Maybe I know nothing on any subject
Maybe I am a man more bond by the idea of books
Than any form of implementaion
Perhaps I have built walls of prose, paper, pen
To shield my beating heart from what lies outside
Because I’d rather slowly die in the dark
Than burn up too fast in the sun.
Which is more fulfilling?