In the darkest hour of my darkest days

I’d be wise to wake what slumbering powers

And expressive ways that can shadow break

And to gather my thoughts but to separate

As are not the same, what I could from what I ought

In this angered state, to dull my pointed blame

But all I can think to say is “you never cared for me”

I have been reduced to a wailing child

Your response in kind, though no harm or abuse

Shall be reconciled as a father blind

Whom the light has seduced, flattered, and beguiled

Cleansed and redesigned

Why should I hold my tongue when you never cared for me?

Nought but a selfish man with an air of dignity

All I can think to say is “you never cared for me”

Selfish and unconcerned, unimpressed, never cared for me

In the darkest hour, I have all my sight

I have it focused right on a man that’s empowered

Himself but might never see that light

On a fool or a coward, too direct or bright

Surely will indict