I listen,
As music cried
On blotted paper
A hasty dictated ache

Waiting for the triumph
That's said,
To escort time
But my spirit has received
No such deliverance.

Spare me theatrics
And heed my spoken song,
Never it were you
Un-relentless
Persistent in your craft
Let Me Go
My unwarranted shield
From that which I covet
My breast heavy all along

From within the cubby I dwell
When I'm not warped, absorbed
To another's existence

You, a startling reality
I, what little experience
Grateful, though unwelcomed
Never as the Knight
In my dreams.

Isn't that odd
The way life is cruel?
As if, it's the only thing it's known
Taunting fates, and wrecking minds

Utter Despair
I speak of it not
But in this ballad,
Within the severed tune
I must acknowledge you
As a man afraid to be Human.