Yet again I find myself wondering who I am
Mind detached from body, broken chains allowing me to observe
Sitting on high I peer through the mists of my own creation in order to judge what I've become
I see a man scarcely fit to be called a boy, all smiles and frowns
Worry creasing his brow, with the hint of tears and laughter in both his eyes, I see him waiting
What is it he waits for?
Is he waiting for change, something new to react and adapt to?
Seeing what he's seen I find myself praying his world will change, that he will be thrust away from the pains he knows
Perhaps he waits for life to place him into the hands of another tyrant
Another soul so charged with negative power that it snuffs out the light that shines within him
But looking into his eyes, my own so long ago, I know what it is he waits for
The power to struggle, strive, strain, and survive, the power to break away
To rise above the rabble and raise a righteous fist into the air declaring victory
I see this boy waiting for his chance to push the beauty in his heart out into the world for everyone to look upon in awe
To be so unlike the tyrants who help him captive, it is for this that he waits
He just wants to be good
He dreams he can protect and nurture, love and be loved
And in his dreams he stands tall beside a family, bathed in the glory of a light shared by all
But I know this foolish boy and I know his dreams
I've lived his life and stolen the light in his eyes for my own
It was I who finally gained power and strove to change the world I called my own
And I failed him
Though I gained my family and loved them dearly, there is still so much wrong
No matter how much I protect and nurture I can still feel the icy grip of a tyrant's hand on my heart, fingers pushing the seeds of destruction inside me
So who am I?
I am the product of my own damnation, propelled down the twisted path by hands I call my own
I am the child of light with tendrils of darkness enveloping the very core of my being
I am he who you shall always call savior, brother, lover, fiend, and devil
I am the protecter who drives a dagger into your sleeping body
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