Mea Vulnerabilis

Mea Vulnerabilis, thy will not become an anthem,
I have showcased you my susceptibility...
I feel hatred towards love...
Why do I do what I don't want to do...
Why do I feel empty despite having a full head....
Why do I stutter despite not saying anything?
Why does the sky fall even if i have held it up with everythin I have?
Why do people call themselves people?
Why are we who we are?
All of this causes me harm....
I run and run and run and run...
I stay rooted to where I am...
I find myself in another place...
I am dead, yet breathing...
My heart beats, yet my pulse doesn't...
I hear things, feel things, see things...
But they don't exist...
I feel I am insane,
Yet my sanity is still there...
I can see...what I have got myself into..
Played into the hands of Vulnerability...
No prayers can get you out...nor me
except.....
The Anthem of Mea Vulnerabilis...
Know what is to be known, Learn what is to be learnt...
Thus, The Hanged Man's efforts never went in vain...
Because He wanted it, and after death he did,
and he went on to live even after his death...
It is difficult to know where Yggdrasil is for me...
But I know, It is there for me...