Sometimes escape is so tempting.
Just to give control to the demons in my cave of ice.
Free to be insane and then locked away in the cage of the law.

But whom do I seek acceptance from?
It should be only I that gratifies and comforts this soul that cries.
Tears vanish when I do design a place for dying.

A place for flying.
Just a place to be within and outside of me.
I am covered with glee and sometimes a breeze blows over me,
But never blows me over.

Silently I speak so no voice at all will ever fall upon ears,
That wish not to experience fears;
So rich in the same education that has spilled a spirit's tears.

I am an evil man;
But only when it is part of a specific plan.
However, I can and will spontaneously outburst,
When this method shall quench my villaneous thirst.