I entreat your gods to grant small mercy on this poor soul,
a creature torn asunder,
mind fragmented into puzzled shards of both futile purpose
and all life’s wonder.
I am here in this world, I exist and live, though haunted am I
by this constant thought,
I care not how all I see was and for whose pleasure created.
or how I was wrought,
for without reason, pleasures and drives are mere distractions,
illusions before the eye,
simply to renew mankind evermore is for me kind hindrance
I need to know why,