It comes again
The sight revolts me
Sends me into a fit of tears

It attracts me
I can't stay away
But it pains me just to see it

It surrounds me
I cannot escape
Searching desperately, no way out

I loath it so
I hope it just leaves
Yet, I always call it to me

What do I feel?
Is it hate or love?
They both seem to be my feelings

Am I insane?
What is wrong with me!
May the Gods grant my mind some peace...

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lupar, in the year 281 AF.