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