To See a Soul

What must I do
in order to find someone
who doesn't disappear
when I describe
what's crawling through me?
Running through life,
trying to stop the bugs
before they multiply.

Madness had arrived and
it whispered hurtful things.
It came with a wrath as it
dragged me into the dark abyss.
I had a little voice which
tried endlessly to save me,
but it never felt like
it was enough.

Before I fell apart,
I longed to make
a different wish...
to see another's soul
the way I saw mine.