I sit on a thrown of lies.
My Allies being only spies.
I stand on morals that are soon forgot,
I step along dangers and daggers,
Being lucky I'm not shot...
I grind my teeth and stair blankly into the eyes.
The eyes of hate and disloyalty.
His arm traced in ink it speaks so clearly to me.
Disloyalty, disloyalty...
His eyes so wide with rage,
His lips faded with age,
His spirit raped of love.
His heart broken drawn through mud.
Disloyalty the A burned into his arm,
Disloyalty disobeying armed.
I looked upon death,
And this is what i see,
His hate his rage also;
His disloyalty...
I nether run or hide for secrets scream in his eyes,
Unhidden unloved untouched unkempt just shoved,
Put on a shelf let no help...just loss and chaos...
Bye bye birdie by.
Let the wind take you away to die.
Dream of passion remember your hate.
Keep on dreaming of the never ending day...
(just getting stuff off my mind...not of anyone in particular...)
