My first serious thought of murder…
And somehow, it doesn’t feel…
I heard the ignorant rage.
I heard the childish scorn of one so blind…
What is more torturing, than the torture of the most priceless aspect of ones’ existence?
I hear the stress destroy her,
I feel the helplessness of her situation,
And I know the endless depths of her compassion…
My love for this being surpasses any love that I have ever known.
My blood boils, my soul aches,
My uselessness reeks.
Only one thing is eminent,
Only one goal constantly frequents my wandering mind,
Endlessly frequenting my wandering mind;
Unity, oneness, rescue,
For the both of us…