So hard to dispel the haze.
Good intentions masked by vice.
Taking the ladder to reach the top.
But wary of the price.

Abjuration and conjuration,
Bring forth what lies within to evade negation.
Facing patients,
Stung by the ignorant and the complacent.

A buried mind,
6 feet high into the sky,
Wandering within walls,
To try and figure out why.

Sick of questions I want answers,
But scared of soul severing cancers.
Stumbling with psychopaths
And yet nothing could seem blander.