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 lived
by the Pen.
I am he who shall die
by the Sword.
I am he who used to live
on faith
a
lone.
I am he who lost
faith
in every
thing.
And every
one.
Including himself.
Including himself.
I am he who only he
is,
and only he
matters,
ever since
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?
April 1999