My writings are:
The epiphanies of a genius,
The mumblings of a madman,
The confessions of a sinner,
The declarations of a tyrant,
The pleas of a dying man.
Yet noone can help me.
Because they wont accept the fact,
That I am beyond help.
I am a God in one world,
I create and destroy.
But in the other,
I am but a lost boy,
Whose only wish,
Is to be loved.