Tickle me on my spider-web sanity;
Listen and laugh at my hopes and dreams,
And my march through the mountains
That you deem fruitless.
Your compassion is unjustified and resented:
You are the one to be pitied!
What I lack in character,
I make up for in shadow and in essence.
Donít try to touch my heartstrings,
For they are sharp and angry,
And your hope that I will be like you
I love you, but I am not you,
And your condescension
Will never change me.
What if money isnít everything?
You canít respect what I am
Just as I canít respect
What you aspire to be.
Deadlocked in bullshit.
I would waste a thousand lives
Before Iíd resort to yours.
The darkness smiles
At one of us.