I’ve sat through the years,
Who tormented at their leisure,
My life I was too proud to end,
Until spite came to lure me,
And offer ideas of creation,
That I alone would hear spoken,
Soon after which came a day,
Where I would ordain myself – a god:
Knowing by heart, conception,
Until through such I happened upon a madness,
That has since consumed me,
Whereto doors are left open,
And seats waiting,
For my newfound pride,
Who walks only in my mind,
Yet ever by my side.
