The world burns up around me.
An actual apocalyptic fire
consumes the
entire earthly domain.
And I feel sad about it.
And I feel guilty.
And I feel pain.
And I spend my days
feigning
innocence,
and a bit of disdain,
for this is my way
of coping
with a life of
guilt.
And it is my one and only claim
through it all,
that I am innocent of it all,
that
I am lost,
that
I am insane,
totally insane.
And during the nights,
I conjure images in my brain,
to
kill the pain,
to kill the pain
of this maddening
innocence
that I claim.