Your Method (04-05-04)

I suppress,
Needing to be
Ideal, as you wish.
You believe,
So it seems,
I can be cured
If only,
By my will,
All emotions are forgotten.
I'll try
With your guidance,
Futile as it seems,
To destroy
Every sentiment that
Makes me feel alive,
Permitting only
The bare minimum
Of sensations you allow.
I'm praying
That this mutation
Of humanity satisfies you.
Without you,
My chaotic existence
Destroys everything I am.
Either way,
I will lose,
But in the end
I figure
It is better
To secretly waste away
As opposed
To bringing you
And others down, too.