No respect for the life that he was given,
trying desperately to find a reason
for his life that has no meaning
Insufficient as he feels he hides the pain
trying to do good in all that he accomplishes
Yet at the end of the day is unsatisfied.

If only the means by which he could prevail
were granted of him to conquest of evil
“Is this really enough? Can I not do more?”
In the despair, a feeling of worthlessness
Trying and trying each attempt seems to fail
Stress builds and builds like pressure in a balloon

Over extended he is lead to seclude
hiding away, away where he may brood
Depressed in his loneliness
Forgotten by all and feeling destructive
with all the pressure and neglect
inside something snaps and his mind turns to pain

Slowly so slowly his vision is blurred
And the implications are lost and absurd
The need to help becomes the want to hurt
A rift is beginning to stretch and divide
Deep inside the heroes own mind
Till the change is complete and the end is nigh