I can't imagine
Breathing without this mask
Endeavoring to blatantly
Speak without words
Uncannily cringing
At the whispering willow
I can't believe
In sanity without sin
Crimes without seasons
Fantasy without delusions
I can't imitate
The subtle nuances of sight
Light becoming of struggles
My last days in sequence of despair
I can't perpetuate
Life without mystery
Clocks without a second
A mastery of helpful surrender
I can't fantasize
Of criminal organizations
In past regressions
Or fans without blades
I don't dare
Wonder where today is
Or how the night is gone
And how I am left in this
State of what I cannot do.