Im sick

I'm much more sick
then you would ever think
got windows to souls
in storage above my bathroom sink
but not pairs
single eyes
I don't generalize
I single-ize
I separate the truths from lies
I hear the cries
of the them's and I's
but why hold on for the loss
why bear the weight of the cross
only to be crossed
against the grain
it's driving me insane
the constant pecking
at the back of my brain
oh the sweet sound
when flesh meets the cane
my pleasure
comes from your pain
your screams
a stain
forever reminding
of my humanity unwinding
look at you now
a memory with no name
a ghost with no frame