I'm incapable of writing a blog.
Too much fairness to the unfair (or so I convince myself of).
But I'll write you a poem though:
Of darling memories forlorn,
Of damned body parts torn.
Only my will remains unscathed,
With my desire to become related.
Where I succeed only pain remains,
Where I fail only pleasure detains.
Should I be a part of the realm's trial?
Or should I test it its own denial?
No answer suffices me appropriately,
As I claw my way forward undeniably.