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.