There are depths of him
That will never see the light of day
The best of intentions only dig deeper
The seeds he plants only wither and decay

"My undoing" says the poet,
"Is the pity behind my personae,"
"The faults lie at my doorstep,"
"An eternity away from utopia."

He will never declare peace with his pieces
No matter how many wars he has waged
He will never surrender to his demons
Never unlock the key to his cage

"But the true culprit of the caper," says the poet,
"The orchestrator of this somber symphony,"
"The dastardly villain behind the hideous mask,"
"Will always....be me...."