I am titleless in my ways
Stuck in the cage
Writing about the weight
Body pressed against the grates
I have abandoned the house to turn to rubble
I have run away, I have been delivered to trouble
Kept captive by the old thoughts, the old desires.
Who am I? I am master of none
But I am all of it, all of the thoughts, all of the pain and all of the love
Titleless in my ways,
The iron heart starts to rust
Chips away at the feelings I had, until uh-oh, I feel nothing
The pain of feeling nothing at all, the pain of having no pain, I fall
To ground and get back up, only to be knocked into the pool of blood
I shake it off, smile and walk, acting like everything’s all kept up
I write and I write and keep writing for hours,
But oh-no! My mind starts to sour.
My only outlet, my way to escape, has turned me into nothing but a lonely man, trapped in the cage.
Finally, I escape, when the Chimera dies, a relief to myself, until I realize, it only grows the blight
So where am I now, who am I? I am me, the facade of personality.
Am I me, or are any of us really them? I know who I am. I’m insanity.
And this isn’t the end, oh no, it’s not. But for now, I have nothing to write, oh no, I do not.
Because every time I try to keep going, I get stuck, and I run out of luck, out of words, out of time, out of anything at all, except thoughts, but what do thoughts do, without paper?
What do thoughts do, without a feeling? I do not have these because of the block, I want to go back to my house, but I am completely blocked.  
The house is my sanity, my name, it’s me,
but I ventured out a little too far, and then I was trapped, trapped, within bars.
Don’t worry, I escaped, I busted the cage, but only to be blocked, on my way in.
The desires so close, they flash and they die, maybe someday I’ll get them, for now, I can only try.
So I will return, with a title, next time, but until then, goodbye.
Until then, I will try, to chip this block, to cure this blight, to heal this wound, to keep my hopes alive. For now, I will try. I. Will. Try.