a day is too short to see my best,
For I am imprisoned in a human shell,
Forced to see life in a cell of flesh,

I cannot see time like the gods of Rome, or Greece, or Christian kings
I cannot meet the sun or Apollo's greet.

So finnaly life has forced me to be just me,
without a choice,  that's what I'll be,
And I apologize if there's a time I cannot see.

I'm not insane,
I'm just in pain
not the kind that hurts, however, the kind that stains
and washes us away like blood in a heavy rain
but we all go on pretending we were born to reign,
to forget our life is meant to live and die in vain,
a truth made all too plain
by Adam's sons, Abel and Kane

So see, I'm not insane, for it's all been written,
from the beginning, we were born beaten,
and the powers that be, the big fat men,
they all laugh and call us heathens

Is it any wonder this is where my years rests?
Gathering words to uncover my best,
whilst I lie to myself that I hold no regrets.

In truth, this is my cry for help;
a silent wind carrying my yell,
a yell that every ear would have repelled.

So I banish my hope in a heroic's depth,
for every hero I conjure, an angel to save myself,
and every villain, a demon to take my breath.
And to this grim reality, I surrender what's left.

I never wanted to be me;
My skin, it kills,
and my glare cuts deep.

I never wanted to reap,
whether to oblivion or divinity.

all I've ever wanted was to be free,
to make my own path; to be just me.

But life has ****** me to see cruelty feed,
to strip me of mourn, to strip me of fear.

So I pray and hope when end is near,
my fate as death will disappear.

I am like a crow without a ******,
fated eternal nights to fill with wonder,
My wings are not weak, but I cannot leave the ground,
it is my mind that is the weight that holds me down.
I am stranded in a realm I will not survive,
and the locals, well, all they do is criticize.

They will never understand the sights I've seen,
the great heavens above, like mount Olympus that makes earth obscene.

All I ask for is to again fly,
with red feathers bleeding from the sky,
but I am alone this night, and every other.
if this is punishment, when will it be over?

My story began in an old world, where I fell in love for the first,
I remember exactly the time when she quenched a thirst
I didn't know I had until it blinded me,
and from my fantasy, she set something unbelievable free

the world shifted to bring us to a collision course,
everything she was, her smile, her hair, her eyes, were the like of which beauty is sourced

We fell in love on Christmas eve,
and did what love commanded-- a promise never to leave
but her words were weak; they eventually broke
so I did what rationality had me, and hung from a ***** rope

In hell, where I thought I would meet the Devil,
instead, I met Ariel,
the arc angel of love,
"You denied life; you denied love," he said, with thunder roaring from above,
"You denied me"
"In place of eternal misery, You will be heaven's comedy,"

For my blasphemy, I was cursed me with the name "Cupid,"
I am to spend all walks of life spending love, but never feel it.

Dear, son
You may be nothing like me,
Or you may be my copy,
But always remember, you are not me,
And you should never aim to be

I'm sorry I had to choose your name,
And for that alone, I'll take the blame
But everything from here, whether my contrast or the same,
That is yours to claim.

But I do hope you are kind,
And I do know you are one of a kind,
and that is why your last name is not mine,
Don't fright, I am yours, and you are mine,

the sole reason is to give you a chance to be your own person,
Something of your mother's,  something of mine, but an entirely new version:
Your own thoughts, purpose, and vision,
Yet, with my instinct to make understanding the world a prime mission.

Take care of yourself, if I'm not here to do it for you,
Until then, I'll be waiting, and I know you will, too,
For you are my son, and if that means anything, it means you are no fool,
Be yourself, kiddo, whether the world think it's good or bad, alway be you.