Worse than death
Cast aside and torn asunder. What have I done to invoke your thunder?
If this the thing that pleases you, then take the sword and run me through.
This battle here has made me tired I can no longer see your eyes of fire.
I’ve turned away, yet you linger there, I’ve screamed out loud life isn’t fair!
And yet you still stop up your ears, but run your mouth and spill your fears.
You’ve taken up the blade and twisted, Spoke death while saying I am gifted.
Finally I can see through your shield, and watch the flowers die in your field,
You’ve painted them and put up boards to hide the hollow admiration of the hoards.
Finally I can see you for your lies and your heart is spilling over with the flies.
I can watch you now through the tinders as you rake my flesh through your fingers.
Your eyes are black with tears and terror while you shove the sword ever further.
and my face remains the same, no smile, no frown, no game.
Release me mother, from your shame. Let our bonds fall down into the grave.
