This is a fight you cannot win,
Your spirit is weak, drenched in sin,
For all you benevolent trials
You saw fit to defile.
Now we stand at the precipice,
Your arrow once true will now surely miss,
Mine was forged in constant struggle,
Cruelty, kindness, mercy all became muddled.
Come my friend and dance with me,
Sword to sword and you’ll see,
What you sought was always there,
But now she’s mine because you forgot to care.
People, much like a fine work of art, can’t be appreciated up close, you must take a step far enough back to embrace everything, then you can marvel or recoil in what you see, but never before you’ve seen the bigger picture first.
We sit and wait
Soon it will be the perfect time to do what we’ve always dreamed of
Any day now
The years go by
People repeat the above
Then we die
That is the story of our dream, it was just that, a dream.
It’s quite overwhelming at times
So much so it begins to rot your very mind & soul
Loneliness, the silent killer
The next time you see someone on there own, say hello
You never know, you might have just saved their life.
If I was to die
Then look back at my life
I’d see it’s filled with more truth than lies,
There were times of strife
All of which came to an end
In the end it was me alone, no home, no family, no wife,
So much damage I’ve done never to mend
One day I hope they’d forgive me
Such is the failings of a mind that was never made to bend,
One day I hope they’ll see
It wasn’t all for naught
I tried the best I could in every failing and every glee,
For there was love in every lesson I taught
And always you in my every single thought.
The parodical King
The worlds best Knight
The Queen that would love them both
The story of their ruin, and what a beautifully sordid story it is.