I am he who is clearly

in.

I am he who is obviously

o

u

t.

I am he who can no longer sleep

by night.

I am he who spends his days

wish

i

n

g

he was never

born.

I am he who has to

bash

his

head

against

the

W

A

L

L.

I am he who is a prisoner

yet thinks he is

free.

I am he who,

with

out

you,

is misery

in

car

nate.

I am he who was fool enough

to promise

salvation,

and believe in it.

I am he who needs to be saved

himself,

from the World

and

himself.

I am he who still

y

e

a

r

n

s

to believe

in

love.

I am he who is often

bet

rayed

by love.

I am he who reaches out

cons

tant

ly,

and reaches

in.

I am he who,

in

adver

tent

ly,

over…exten

ded

himself.

I am he who longs to be

a hero.

I am he who often ends up

a villain.

I am he who misses you

with

every

heart

beat.

I am he who is

en

tan

g

l

e

d

within

himself.

I am he who has lived

by the Pen.

I am he who shall die

by the Sword.

I am he who has lived

on faith

a

lone.

I am he who has lost

faith

in every

thing.

And every

one.

Including himself.

Including himself.

I am he who only he

is,

and only he

matters,

eversince

the

Forgotten

Beginning,

and right until the

Well-Known

End.

I am he who is

you.

How could you not notice?

How could you forget?

How could you

for

get?