| I'll concede there is | |||
| Joy in | |||
| Sex | |||
| Even concede it is | |||
| Possible to find more | |||
| Joy than | |||
| Grief | |||
| But I found so much | |||
| Grief when I was | |||
| There | |||
| Unable now to | |||
| Risk any more grief | |||
| No matter how much | |||
| Joy can be found | |||
| Probably would be the | |||
| Best thing I | |||
| Could do | |||
| But I'm | |||
| Incapable of | |||
| Chancing | |||
| Sex again | |||
| Wonder if the | |||
| Memories of terror | |||
| Will ever pass | |||
| Ever be able to | |||
| Open up the windows | |||
| Come out of my | |||
| Shell | |||
| Wish I could at least | |||
| Remember the | |||
| Joys | |||
| Know there were moments but | |||
| They're painted | |||
| Over by the black | |||
| No light comes in | |||
| Even those moments were | |||
| Filled with | |||
| Fear | |||
| Wondering when the | |||
| Next attack | |||
| Would | |||
| Come | |||
| Maybe someday | |||
| Someone will | |||
| Come along | |||
| Willing to be patient | |||
| Teach me | |||
| About the | |||
| Joys | |||
| Maybe someday | |||
| Time will | |||
| Heal me | |||
| Able once more to | |||
| Open that | |||
| Door for | |||
| Myself | |||
| Maybe it'll all | |||
| Keep on | |||
| Keeping on | |||
| Remain the hermit | |||
| Throughout all my | |||
| Remaining | |||
| Days | |||
| Who knows what | |||
| Awaits | |||
| Tomorrow | |||
| All sorts of possibilities | |||
| Each of us | |||
| Reborn again each | |||
| Morning | |||
| No matter what | |||
| Happens | |||
| Though | |||
| I've found happiness | |||
| Become content in | |||
| What is | |||
| Now | |||