Sometimes, I remember, the story
Of, One-Eyed King and the Blind Mob;
And I think of having the eyes now,
And I wish to go blind and rejoice.
Deathra, loneliness doesn’t hurt, then what
Aches in my heart that I lose my patience
And go after the desires I prefer to keep quiet.
Now, I can see,
I desire to kill the king and his people,
To let the mob kneel for me.
That’s how feelings tear me apart,
By proving I wasn’t alive when love arrived.