Assumptions, assumptions, and so you assume,
Thinking you could know one with all you presume.
But our definition doesn't fit some physique,
Because we're all different and truly unique.

I covet for the knife of steel,
To plunge my heart and no longer feel,
But these lungs just won't stop breathing,
And so my soul lives in silent screaming.

Life is filled with crazy glitches,
Take a glass, look between the stitches,
Find what has fabricated this reality,
Discover what's outside frail mortality.

I must confess, on rare occasion I wish "The wise man who
once said. . ." would just shut up.

~ Sunlight won't penetrate through the skin,
And all these wounds, they only bleed in.

You would be wise to steer clear of dragons - for you'd taste superb with catchup!