Awed and bright, Morphed into aware and trapped in the array of thoughts.
For I am the vessel but not the poison.
But how do I fulfill when my counsel feeds me torment. When the conscience wishes to be dead yet the soul pleads to breathe.
For I set the oceans on fire, yet could not handle the repercussions. Cried for a higher understanding but crippled at the weight.
Affliction, my ever loyal companion. Misery, the very sustainer and Sufferance my only oxygen
I'm nothing more than a foreigner in my own skin.