I will stay inside today,
All day,
Away,
(It is my way)
Away from the sun today.
Not due to any infectious fear of cancer,
But of memory.
Memory that I am afraid every spring until my dying day will bring me.
Does it make me odd?
Does it make me different?
To avoid a God which made my blessing and curse?
This flaming orb is strange to all,
But not so as fire in the human heart.
Why?
This fire coursing through my vein?
Is it all in vein?
In our infinite struggle to be Hole?

I will sleep inside today,
All day,
Away,
(It is my way)
Away from the sun today.
Purple hue surrounds a few,
Within these dreams,
Tearing sanitizes seams,
The color of love,
So close to blood.
Does it make me odd?
Does it make me different?
To worship a God I've never seen outside of dreams?
A God I do not know
Know his colors or his dreams.
But, I do know you.
Because you make me Hole.

So, I will be inside today,
All day,
Away,
(It is my way)
Away from the sun today.
Waiting for night,
A knight in shining armor.
Like the one that worships you like I never could.
Like the one I smite in my sleep.
But I can't destroy your life to fulfill my dreams.
Doesn't it make me odd?
Doesn't it make me different?
You woke me from a sleep that threatened my very existence.
But maybe someday I can repay the favor
Then make you Hole...
                  ...And fall in...
                                ...Love with me.
 

~Jan Brian Vis