i have been meaning to

its curious, how easy it has been to let this happen

i couldn't make any sort of contact

punishing myself is easier
than just a wrinkle of disappointment on your face

you embody everyone, everyone embodies you

my fear is ready to get to me and it has made its first attack

it has made me judge and treat punishment as a virtue

a virtue that will make me think and rid off my guilt at times

guilt is the oil on my feet

it wont ever allow me to enjoy a walk

and the sweating profusely is no big help

so i sing

but i disturb the peace and quiet