If Erasing Them Could

Would these words be said,
If a wall were in between,
These words are vagrants in my head,
Ideas so obscene.

These reoccurring thoughts,
The haunting of my memories,
The usefulness of naughts,
Feeding this disease.

If erasing them could,
I could feel alive,
If erasing them would,
I would be able to thrive.

These thoughts do more then stress,
It isn't simple to understand,
The ideas they present depress,
As I hang onto the glory at my right hand.

These are the days of my surrender,
As the glory tears me apart,
For I am my own offender,
And I'm sentenced to the removal of my heart.

If erasing them could,
I could be free to feel,
If erasing them would,
I would have my numbness heal.

Now my mind goes up in smoke,
Slowly fading away,
On my will I choke,
And my heart decays.

Is this the solution,
Or is it just another question,
I know it as my execution,
But is this my intention?

And if erasing them could,
I could move on without having to cry,
And if erasing them would,
I would go on without having to die.