Shall the artist bleed along with his words
Shall the mother cry like the ailing child she bears
Shall you drown in all of the unfortunate circumstances that you created?
Who is to blame here?
The missing father, the writhing lover, the broken idol
Add a hint of deceit in your actions and blend them well
For people know of your wrongdoings and plague you with ill wishes
If you cannot lead the life you claim, you cannot prevail
Isn't this what you always desired?
To be feared, to have crowds cower to your likeness
Why is it then that you spill to your knees and pray for a soul to guide you
to hold you
to know the shadows in your heart?
You are all of nothing
You are all of lost potential
You are all of what I wish not to become