To believe in a god would intend this agony bred purpose, Yet these fleeting encounters leave my cognizance further beneath the surface.

To prophecize all beings are only given what we can handle, Why do I feel I’ve incinerated both ends of the candle?

Revelation escapes me, my soul surrendered to the ether, Vanquished once more, for I am the hunted and you are the seeker.

Once more decrepit, is my will to rise above, Your triumph of my destruction, A testament that the devil indeed ravaged my ability to love.

Purity has become Purgatory, Innocence battered and broken, My psyche imprisoned, damned to an eternity void of all emotion.

Ascension lures me, vowing permanent release, This solitary bred me a coward, for it is I who am too weak to leap from this precipice.