Depraved

Depraved
He looked upon the world
And saw that it was still depraved
As him, though not like him
For him, as all, but closed
Like them, not him
Unaware
He was already caught within their cycle
With them

Outside
Depraved
Instinctive rebellion
Possessed by bestial despair
He fought this law
And broke the spell
So, this is why I built my empire
Fled from the truths unto which they conspire
In spirit born a stranger
A counterpart in mind
The seeker raised to bury
A freak among the blind
Encountered with mysteries
On his mission to reverse their ways
He sought a life among the dead
With refuge in an endless maze
Before the silence
This cannot be the purpose of my presence
What then is the call of my return?