Crackened

I have just scratched the surface of my latent hatred Of my blind, awe-inspiring, narcissistic, misanthropic, vehement self In Flames draws it As, I believe, Nightwish will There is so much power here, my heart is stone. But inside, oh how is it acerbic! Corrosive, burning It burns! I feel… the burn It yearns to burst out To… to kill Do I mean that? No, just thoughts. Twisted, darkened thought. Define me? No, they do not. The moment I turn this music off I am out. I am me. But, right now, I am king. A god, DO AS I SAY! …and leave me be. Desolate, forgotten. Anything else is unsatisfactory No… IT IS TORTURE. So get away. Get away! Humans make me weak. I acknowledge no pain, only that which you give me So leave! Go, go now! ...and live. It is all your fault, it is all your fault! My twisted, wretched existence Bound by darkness, Bound by rusted iron chains, to this never-ending life of pain, of misery, of anguish! Escape? There is none. Certainly not by your hand You are foolish, you are human, and you are nothing. How could you think us equals? Don’t you see me? Don’t you see my power?