A trip and fall in Nirvana

They went away,
Left me to play,
Sent me far astray,
Deprived I pray,
Is this my first shade of gray?

Looking but I just can't relate,
Brooding but just can't correlate,
This antihero can't afford to be late,
Slay the beast and skin his heap of hate,
Stab his heart, stir-fried on my plate,
This ineffectual attitude is so intricate.
The piercing ineptitude so articulate.

They must not know,
I can't project weakness.

They already know,
They must know,
They're living in my mind rent-free,
Deep down I know I wasn't born to be free.

The yoke crowns the weak.
The treachery crowns the meek.
The certain balances the bleak.
The sly outruns the sleek.

My inadequacies make my friends feel better
Sleep makes death a little better,
Jesus was a sound trend-setter,

His murderers the custodians of Moses' letters.

Prophets, God Supreme.

Can we fly on one wing?

Can we cry without feeling?

Hurt without seething?

Grow without teething?

Love without stealing...?