You cannot hold my hand,
For it has been drenched for unseen sins,
I cannot walk with you,
For her whispers disable my stance,
Gaze into my eyes if to be so bold,
To peer into my still disturbance,
You cannot sit beside me,
For someone has taken that place,
I cannot sing to you,
For speech is something disremembered,
Try to lay aside my silent corpse,
Hostility hindrance between the sheets,
You cannot be a saviour to myself,
For i left hope beside my shoes as i entered,
I cannot be a trophy for your efforts,
For already the treasure in his chest,
In Carnal embrace if only now,
Feel sensations not ready to impress,
Humanity and its Discontents,
Identity and my own contents,
You cannot hold my hand,
For a demon grasps it still,
I cannot walk with you,
For the injuries prevent a step,
You cannot speak with me,
For I am already in conversation,
I cannot fulfil your fleshly desires,
As my body be lifeless and cold,
Preoccupied with my neurotic usual,
I ask now, no more interfering,
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot
