The Dearly Hated

Let me go

I know on my life to say such a truth would be to punish my very own mind
I eventually will find it hard to care
I know that now cannot be that day
And yet I still seek to crave such a thought

In a different life I swear I was king of the fallen world, born to be the protector of man
The protector of people
The protector of me

Someone who I am not. Yet.