Molested

molested outside the world weeps bodies moving in tangled sheets and deep inside i am molested by ideas deep and with full scope it gets ever so hard these days to cope i often wonder if she'll care so callus alone just sitting there watching me as i go insane achieving things you have not seen darkness crawling in between does challenge and convey the fact that i alone am staring back within each word a million meanings but in not a one do i find gleaning jewels of truth or hidden fact i wish it all would fade to black.