A boy

Blessed with the ability to learn anything 
But cursed with sloth so severe
It inhibits him from accomplishing anything
Blessed with the passion to love unlike any other
But cursed with a hate so spiteful 
It can burn through a mother's embrace

This boy

Deluded into the belief that he is special
Misguided into the fantasy that births
Nothing but pain and disappointment
Finally reaches an epiphany
But instead of being enlightened and humbled
He seeks to end it all
Because he would have preferred blissful ignorance
To this Hell forged by truth