Infix a crown of mercynOn this bankrupt brownLeave my infantile memoirnPoised oh so lovinglynOn the doorstep ofnSweet mother perditionnAnd let the entreating gaspsnOf this misbegotten talenPurloin saccharine tearsnFrom maternal earsnnJuvenile blood mendsnMy fractured quintessencenAnd fills the cracksnWithin my dearest casualtynBut what keeps menFrom feeling whole againnnLoving embrace from the seatnOf a friend called hatenChokes the lifenFrom an already broken formnBut how can one straynFrom the only sentimentnThat ever crossed their waynnA strained marchnBreaks into a dire runnUpon the sight ofnA gate leading to CatharsisnBut on these shattered kneesnThe road just keepsnGetting longer and longernn(Will I evernBe whole again)x2