Vicarious Introspection

Swallow thy name
I am Hermes, your existence's bane
'Fore thee claim to be tame
'Fore thee strike with thy cane
Rod of conviction making humans lame
It's a shame, the pain of the lane
Causing mortal souls to chain
Against any closed door they wish to maim
Refusing to open in fear of a mental game

Like a distraction formed intervention
Giving pension to mention tension
About their cracked brain
Racked from being lain
Down, packed under six feet of shame
Unable to track the time from when they were sane
Until they lack the gain
Simply left to die in vain

It's a mass disorder
Seeing who can cross the border
Who can afford a ward to move toward the horde
Brandishing the poured sword of the soul stored
In hopes of pleasing their lord
In hopes of being adored
In hopes of getting a reward
On their own accord by striking a chord

It's so abhorred that they don't get floored
They were so implored they jumped aboard
Ideas that were already explored

But who's really to blame?
They came to claim their fame
Their only aim to exclaim
"I have the heart to stay aflame
I can win this war game
I'm the one to reclaim the crown.
It's all the same in this whole town
I'm laying claim to the quest so step down"
It's a waiting game to take the test
Hard pressed, too stressed to rest in the nest
Blessed to be the best
But I detest this is just a jest

The last name in the fair game
Is the one in the golden frame
Hermes is my name and I'm here to stay

Hermes is my name and I will sway
Your views upon this pain
It's not you that's in the fray
But you act like the stain
Of misfortune is actually yours to weigh

Even when the crown is yours to display
You act like a god and you make them pray
Hermes is my name
I am the predator, I will make you my prey

It's time to slay the cache of thought
Because at some point you were taught
To fuel the darkness and erase the ray
Of light that was once your shining say
To not back down and to not obey
Because you knew that one day
It would all be okay

But it's not

Your time is nigh
Weaker than if you were made of clay
You're starting to wane
Cast backwards to 'fore thee were tame
Darkness from 'fore thee could strike your claim
No mercy, I am your bane
In your final thoughts I can only say
"My name is Hermes, swallow thy name"