My voice is deafening the silence! My sight is blinding the light! What have I come to be? Who should I become to see? Undone — in the eyes of those who are wise. Praying to the gods of vice with triviality and lies. I demand comprehension! From the martyrs of darkness. I command apprehension! Of the souls of the heartless. To be free... of being bounded. To be peerless — and radiant! Like the narcissist who are sainted, And claim to be enlightened! The silence is deafening in my voice! The light is blinding my sight! Now I have come to see... What has become of me? With crystals of clarity, I see —That this solitude is void. That I’m nothing but a jester, free Playing the politics of Freud!