[UnbornBuddha]

Stuck in an island with every S.O.S. signal void.
I've been stranded here since I was a nimble boy
Having no one to share the beauty of my singing voice.
No mother thereby I named myself Sigmund Freud
The nincompoop who demonized sexual joy, the ether's coy.
Doing this all through his own brand of lingo coined, ego's ploy.
But before this I think my first name was in quotes "Roy".
With nothing but time in my hands I have found simple joy
Through extrapolating the deeper meaning of why wisdom cloys.
Perhaps I'm a Greek humanoid
For I'm deeply enraptured by what the letter Sigma points.
I have not in possession even the slightest simple toy
So I preoccupy myself with my spirit's embroidery, an embryo merry
From otherworldly calling that caused me to thoroughly enjoy fairies.
Little winged sprites whose company destroys worry.
Their presence has made finding salvation a fruitless plight of damnation.
I am quite content living forever outside the plantation where mutations of man are stationed.
After all, all they put their hands on gets grime and contamination.
The fairies even tell me they emit a slime that's contagious.
I do find it audacious that despite the gracious advice of the sages
The birds continue their outrageous flight of migration
Onto the outside of my native land that I describe as my nation.
Only when another, a girl, lands here do I realize my isolation.
Everything coalesced while the sprites made cries of invasion.
Her similar features with relation to mine vivified my sensations.
I was in utter elation due to being aligned with her placement.
And so I renounced in exclamation this world to find a new location!
She said to me something that only deified these temptations.
The mysterious girl said onto me "that my mind was fading"
She came because the birds spoke of the bind I was facing
An avian informed her with no one in my life I went crazy
Talking to myself, and only I all this time I created imaginary friends.
Beings who came to life, but with the cost of my honorary end
Their very existence sapped my life force, my weary arteries wept.
All I've seen I have dreamt, something my anatomy naturally bled.
Plus I am left wondering in jest if I too dream of this event?
Remaining innocent caused my sanity to have left.
Wanting to be nameless she said "I was her family's beloved guest".
She caressed me intimately until bed, I was admitted into her dress.
I found who I was meticulously in her breasts.
Next morning she exposed herself minutely in a flash.
She said she was an angel born indicatively in the flesh.
A little bird in heaven told her infinitely of my nest.
Amicably I was breath taken,
but became inflicted with what came next.
She stated she sought vindictively revenge
For not releasing her when I was stripping her of her wings.
I wasn't deceiving her of my sins,
In no point in time did I say I was lily livered.
I just want to fly and really enter my healing center.
Taking flight I left her there- looting the traveler.
Eluding the avalanche of her anger by using illusion to jab at her.
Scrambling her monitor- my moniker of mattering first proved adequate.
I laugh at her for falling victim to tactics so pusillanimous, so brutal anarchist.
Taking her place now I dabble in pushing Nazareth through his labyrinth.
The dubious mannerisms I used to escape my own brewing madness
Is testimony of the kind of power that rules any magic.
Don't view this as tragic, you'll lose all that happened.
For even though my face is pockmarked I am still beautiful in God's heart.
Yet, I solemnly swear to never return to that islet junkyard,
In which I bested a sub-par angel who now takes ark where the sun dark.