To ever be adept

why should I bother?

nothing is enough

for our holy father

To always have honor

for that I’ll never care

to abide to all God’s rules

a terrible nightmare

To be timorous

it always is so easy

to banish away the thought

makes me feel so queasy

To be loved

is to be cherished

sacred vows are made

all violators have perished

Sacred is the soul

lonesome is the one

he dwells with no other

other people, he shuns

To feel lonely

inviting madness

must hate all others

love, sadness

To be insane

a world of lunacy

to feel the madness

enticing ecstasy

To ever be poignant

is oh, so appalling

slip off the edge of heaven

and you’ll be forever falling...

-Nicholas Mailhiot

August 1996-Feb 1997