A Murderer's Thought

Seconds tick,
and moments pass
and thoughts move off
the fretting paths.
Every action, deed, and dare
makes no sense,
belittles,
sneers.
Not a single
don't or do
gets me where
I'm able
to face You.
Nothing sets me
up above
where I was
and where I must
be to live
and love
and stuff.
Nothing fits
with hate
and fluff.

Sense is ridden.
G-d can't see
when I hide
what's never free.

I can't face life
and can't go on,
living as
a murderer's thought.