Be my medicine, my antivenom.
I am a meson, unstable in the
of myself interacting with the world.
Show me a reason
to keep me sane.
Love me, I submit to you
I cannot struggle, relieve me of decisions, sire.
I cannot let the world decide for me.
I cannot trust in the randomness the world has to offer
So let me trust you, my lord.
I refuse to be lonely
and helpless, and lost.
I have my words, but they never
comfort; they are stark reality uncovered and set in motion in my head.
I refuse to resign myself
So please, master, absolve me of the need.
Angst cannot begin to describe my state of mind.