| How broken can one man be. Can the gods take it all away. Do the words of man make him less. Do thoughts define his right in the order. Can he break the chains that bind. How can he move on witha broken soul. Could another bring him back. Make him whole again. Would the world of man beat him down. Is he a jester for the gods. A cosmic joke for everyone to see Mocked by gods and man forever turning. He cannot cast aside his mortal coil. To lessen the pain and become free. The knives of man are all too dull. Useless unless they are used to cut his mind His heart grows colder and darker with age. A demons fire grows within his mind To end it all and take revenge. Cut down the mortals that mocked him Face the gods that made him Curse the universe that shamed him. Bleed the life from him. Die and embrace Oblivion. |