This body is holding this soul is holding these thoughts
Are holding me tightly,
With a steadfast assurance that should be a comfort,
A marring of vagueness fights me.
Without the rest of my life figured out,
I ostensibly haven't a care,
But I must assure you that with my soul's prison
Comes its load of despair.
Don't misunderstand me; I've got a good life,
I'd not wish for what I can't have,
But I'd like to conceive of my significance
Darling, please before my stab
Wound leaks.
Leaking, leaking, I strike on a patch
I can't let the world see my blood.
It's leaking, leaking, show me a sign;
An omen
Of positivity.
Paradox is my way of life,
Sanity's far overrated
I have not decided to let the world in
At the moment, my essence is jaded.