Born into my mind as a premonition unfolds,
With feelings, an unknowing, no denying.
Accumulation then proceeded by the humiliation,
Unsatisfying, but the pain so beautifully suffices.
These eyes look… but the images are ill;
Purely reminders of how I imagined it had been.
Dreams indicate the extent to which it invades my feelings toward you now.
Affection exists only in a superfluous moment before returning to nothing;
Like the uncontainable flashes of light in a dense cover,
A thunderstorm like no other.
Proud: you against me,
Is this really competition or merely lashing out in pain?
No desire for gain…?
In the conscious, but dare we say what lies beneath.
~I dont hate you,
But I hate this pain~