Why...   Am I as naught? Would I solely be ...   ... a mere collage of regrets ?      Fierce melancholy, let me dare   A journey to the epic within   To all known pleasures and pains      So would you guide me through my frescoed halls   To gaze and to see what I could achieve?   Let me marvel at myself as the absolute entity   And carry me towards the pinnacle of knowledge      My sweet child, of course I could...   Although there's one thing you ought to heed   Your most squalid sense shall be what I need      Is that it? Nothing more? Hahaha ha, so take it from me!      I choose your sense of hearing, my son   As the key to your ever-verdant plains of wisdom   And now betake yourself to experience majesty, hihihi      Chaos distilled to a unity   Impressions reduced to the fantastic   I vex the gods' minds with my intelligence   As I perforate the hymen of Great Alma Mater      I am god - only one - ever was – and ever will be!         Pitiable little imbecile, audacious and avid,   If you could only listen to your equal precessors,   Intoning wildly in delight:      Ave Mater, Morituri Te Salutant      Imbellicus Animo   Creatio Ex Nihilo      Cursed be my sonic reminescence!   Has the leader of this pas-de-deux   Been myself or treacherous you?      The affection I bore you was unreturned – ama et fac quo vis   Awed by your beauty and deafened by harmonies – non omnis moriar...      Phrenesis Puer Ab Alma Mater Est      I beg for being whole again,   I pine for being sane again...   Hear me....?      Acta est fabula