I Am the Son and Heir

I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

See that man over there. Seated behind a large desk is a young man, hair the color of wet sand on a beach. Sensual lips, a dainty nose, tall, lean and muscular but not strong. His sad brown eyes are focused solely on a picture of a pretty teenage girl staring blankly back at him. He's so beautiful.

I watch over him. I have to. He is me and I am him.

It's almost as if we are one person, and even though he wishes he could kill and do away with me, the both of us have no choice.

Many people think I'm just a cruel and heartless bastard who cared and still cares about nothing except keeping the poor angel here in this horrible place.

But I have feelings too.

You shut your mouth
How can you say I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Did you know that she did not love me? Did you know that she was so reluctant to take my hand as I led her away into my home, welcoming her into my life and providing a refuge from the real enemies who would have taken her away?

Did you know that the sad man can never be with the woman he is looking at?

People say that I am evil and yet they practically worship this man.

But no one in the world realizes that this man and I are exactly the same.

We both are damaged and we both are forbidden to be with the one we love.

We are both chained to our fate forever suffering under the thumbs of mankind.

I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

Sometimes I want to kill that man. He is almost like a boy, too weak, too feeble to ever do anything for himself. Can't he ever see that I'm just trying to help him? We both want something we can't have.

I have no riches to offer like he does. I have no family left to help me when I need it.

All I have is a heart made out of stone.

I am nothing but a memory brought out again and again to hear the angry words spew from the woman I want.

Look at the sad boy sitting on the desk.

He is me and I am him.

End