The Error

Dear people I’ve met once in a blue moon My urgent message is short and simple My ailment will come to an end quite soon Which was impossible to rekindle My flaws are tough for one brain to handle I’ve never looked up to my own virtues So I’m sure I must blow out the candle And then I must break my parents’ curfew Despite this, I’ve never meant to harm you It’s just that I was born to be different Never mind if I’m not your real nephew You’re still in my heart. My flesh must be burnt In conclusion, my mind will rest in peace And my dark remains in this world shall cease