To Keep Some Awful Idea at Bay

And just as They approach,

As the devilish idea circles my camp,

I get away by going up,

All the way to you,

So close the water beads from your breath,

On my cheek and chin,

And I know if I'm strong enough,

Not to pass with any colours,

But to come bruised and bleeding,

Across whatever distance leads to you,

Then I'll stop sounding like such a nut,

Mostly to myself,

I keep mostly to myself,

And maybe I'll be able to stave off dying,

Long enough to enjoy being with you,

Which is the thing I want most out of this,

And I'm afraid my words are getting so repetitive I'll jeopardize the whole thing.

Please thing favorably of me,

All I need is for one person to approve,

Please see me for the monster I brought forth and feed,

And if you love me anyway,

All that is dark becomes light.