I am a martyr to the nightmare,
You are the angel standing there,
Please don’t hesitate to end this.
Vines slowly wrap themselves around my wrists,
Restraining an addiction to sooth myself with steel,
I'm slowly finding out that this place isnt so real.
The fragrance of her last kiss,
Still lingers deep within this solemn hall,
I don’t really want to be the hero anymore.
Barricaded by the willing, the jaded,
Pursued into fates hollow den,
Crushed down onto my knees, by these haters.
Skeptic faces bow down to your dark wings,
A golden shimer, rusted dark with time,
Stand to my bitter hostility, animosity.
She's the vixen, seduced and sedated,
Sleek, malicious coward, a week dastard,
My return into your cold word has long been belated.
Ian Robert Potapoff
Yes, all the words used are REAL words, if you dont know their meaning, look them up. (even dastard!)
