Killer Pupil

Trust not tomorrow's whisper
Though the tree fondly become a little crisper
Reality is not a dream
Without the possibility to scream

I know not of who I am
Or hell and all it's damn
What of me and my life as I know
A figure of life not on show

Whom to show a major tribute
But to a person I cannot dispute
Twirling across the floor, my ballet feet are moving
And yet I see no other way of proving

Gather around my wounded dead
Lay to sleep across my sublime bed
Hush little children, I beseech thee to sleep
Another lost dolly can I not weep

Secret silence in the air
Waving the colours of a rainbow at a fare
Humble sweet solider, wounded at war
Lost souls drifting across the shore

Driven to existence and the trappings it lays
Shall not I sit here in months or days
Naught are the feelings I see in the light
Press down on my forehead with all your might

Curse me to death with everything you are
Drifted whisper, near or far
Guide me to nothing, leave me to you
Beg another reason why death shall come true

Find a weakness in my armour
Pull back the string of your bow, calm her
Release the arrow, fly to the target
This is the end of what we get

Nicotine drifting in my veins
The smell of someone's addiction lay the blames
The glowing end of a cigarette butt
The last nail to close the coffin shut

Laugh to the sound of another dropping dead
You know the ending is coming, all in you head
Shivering now, I see you approach
And you let the string go, the arrow flies, the end of the coach

Let me fall into the weeping floor
I am not your teacher anymore
The pupil has taken over my time
Never knew teaching a killer would be so sublime...