To whom do I write about life's blight? Is it for you, happenstance that you've read? It is for myself, trying to overcome my inner dread On myself I have placed these chains, afraid to let myself sore I can't take it, I'm done, these shackles must be no more My heart pounds rapidly with anticipation I'll stand up proud and announce myself before a nation If death becomes me then I shall languish no more Truly it is better than being Suffering's personal ***** I'll follow the path of Apollo and bring myself to the sun The burns are as nothing, taking a chance to have some fun Seek not to return me to a life bound by shackle and chain No longer will I live a life entrenched in pain