Tis getting too dark to see,
a threatening silence beckons me.
A chill wind wraps, a lonely presence.
Soon I face wrath of patience.
Standing in the doorway of destiny,
on my shoulders are the burdens of the lonely.
I feel a cry to my name,
The utterance of it tempts me to stay sane.

"Need me" she whispers in her mind,
"I love you" her heart screams.
But, she is the one I can not find.
I am washing away in destiny's blood streams.
Denying myself aid, denying myself expression.
This loneliness is just a price of wealth -
it demands that I fall to ruinous depression.
With this, I weep in stealth.

Hear my anguish forlorn!
Do not fight the bitter worn.
It consumes all the joy, all the glee.
It traps your wit in such tragedy.
Do not seek to amass brilliance.
For they seek to destroy with such decadence.
Be not the peacock that shows the feather -
for your soul will be harmed and sub comb to wrought and wither.

Do not sympathize, do not pity
This is my role, my fight.
My vocation to suffer the raw empty.
I am shackled willingly to not take flight.
Heed my warning, heed my ire, avoid the destruction.
Lay down your arms, for now accept the inevitable.
Run for now, it is not time for the true revolution.
we can not win, it is impossible.