Love thy self, til you got no more. Love thy self, beat your chest some more. Quarantine the poor, and weak, desperate thoughts in your mind. Push through the blind love. Push through it. I walk back and forth with myself, tied to my own beliefs, realizing any difference to be made, will end up compromising all the same. Embrace disdain, audit your mind. Don't fight the pain, it won't be fine. What I reaped here was never sewn. The teeth and the claws ripped on. With my hands to the sky, I foresee their deaths. With my hands to the sky, I can see all of it. Look for a new bright side. And I cannot, it was never my place to rest. And I cannot face this burden. Quarantine your brave heart. Forget all your blind love. And I cannot. The hope went missing now.