“EMOTIONAL MALFUNCTION.”
“A SCRAMBLE THAT LEADS TO DEATH.”

Fixating only on what cannot be done,
lamenting oneself—
that figure resembles
a paradoxical act of self-gratification.

Unable to see the hand being offered,
or perhaps fleeing from thought itself.
An unyielding anguish feels strangely comfortable,
yet one fails to notice
that a certain kind of pleasure
has already been chosen.

“EMOTIONAL MALFUNCTION.”
Guilt itself is not a natural law,
but something defined by someone else.

“A SCRAMBLE THAT LEADS TO DEATH.”
Guilt is an unhealthy byproduct
that corrodes the body.

One should focus only on what can be done,
and reality will follow—
an idealized form of interaction.
Deny it, and nothing can be seen.
Or perhaps it is a longing for rebellion.

The intellectual beautification of suffering,
despising warmth,
yet trembling in the dark.

“EMOTIONAL MALFUNCTION.”
The chants continue—
“Reflect! Regret!”

“A SCRAMBLE THAT LEADS TO DEATH.”
Even so, the little people in my head
never grant forgiveness.

If you believe love to be an illusion,
then love will show you illusions.
A hidden true intention,
a reality reflecting fear.

If you speak of love as truth,
you will walk the path in search of love.
Sin contains forgiveness within itself,
yet guilt continues to seal it shut.