I'm too sensible for self-affliction,
Though sense in life seems fleeting.
I will write my feelings off as fiction,
Left with nothing but this flawless diction.
While blood affords some meaning,
I'm too sensible for self-affliction.
As I try to shake this cursed conviction,
My parasite keeps eating.
I will write my feelings off as fiction.
How long can one live without addiction,
No feeling, sweating, cheating?
I'm too sensible for self-affliction,
So I act out life; this bland depiction
Of hearts that feign their beating.
I will write my feelings off as fiction,
There's no excuse since the crucifixion.
My will is fast depleting,
I'm too sensible for self-affliction,
I will write my feelings off as fiction.