Power

Time to learn, skill to gain.
Mind to clain, Knight lies slain.
Heart so heavy, none are like me.
Pain so far along, tis part of me.

I feel alone, lest we discuss...
so far along, for me it's gone.
That which was good, hate in my heart...
darkness now, cry unto the grave.

My plague, my cloak...
the dark honor I carry.
This cover of power...
none could fathom.
So hide and dodge,
from all perspectives.
I am consumed,
by both power and greed.

But honor remains...
resides in the power's strains.
Please cease this malady. I beg myself again.
Unless I halt this method my other ones may end.

It's my own unique burden...
and bid farewell to sentiments calm.
Why not fall silent? A protest of my own design.
This gentile child was launched to combat and was forced to resign.

Someone could be here to guide me...
it's my last rational salvation.
but to want a love to prop me up...
I'd rather limp alone.

So far from virtue would be the path of a parasite.
Needing one to carry me through days and pleasure me at night.
If I want you to wipe my tears it's because I'm fed on yours.
Or perhaps you are the solitary one that gets to know.

If there was a way of reservation...
in which we all got whom we needed.
Would it be us? In the line of fate perpetual?
Or will it be us in the line of our own design?

If I had one last chance to exist...
No care but you for bringing bliss...
If you and me manage to be
in the same land then that is free.