I love you Soul Doctor. Gentle caretaker of my spirit, Down with the sickness unto death, My love for you. The frail progeny Of our worlds in collision. Our worlds turn. Darkness devours the light As your transformation is complete. Now, master of misdirection, Expert in the art of deception You work with grim determination, Craving deliverance From the bondage of my love. Igniting the bonfires of disharmony, You nurture my dysfunction, Eroding the bedrock Of my hope and desire, My love for you. The frail progeny Of our lives in derision Our lives burn. My mind racing with the lurid energy Of a thousand downtowns, Seeks explanations. But there are none. Only a deeper, darker shadow Cast on the landscape of my consciousness. Physician turned sorcerer, Heal thyself. I hate you, Soul Doctor.