Insanity as I plead you guilty,
of a crime;
which is your nature
no going back, no running forward,
stuck here and now you are.

so many places, you have been;
come back and wash yourself from your sins
unable to be forgotten, yet always forgiven.

i dream no more
to be released from her pleasure,
such a torment,
a reality, all too often, so close,
and yet just an empty shell

Never going back, and still
visiting the same places.