Satire

Lately I noticed the pain in your eyes.
I can’t say that it finally put me on edge,
But hearing your merciless amount of lies
Makes me forget the ominous pledge.

I threw you the roses, I kept you alive,
I knew it was messy, the price we should hide.
I care for the woundless and harmless of drives
That kept you and me and my soul that revives.

And although it might be your dearest escape,
Afraid we should know that it’s something we take
Not for the granted, not for the rest,
But rather for something that poisons my chest.

Your smirk's in my mind still burning the fate
Of so many bodies that we couldn’t take.
They left for the better, maybe to rot,
And yet even still, it makes me feel soft.

Your impudent lies that let us to this,
Embark the restraint of kindness of piece.
The melodies playing and nobody’s there
To keep you forever on your scratched knees.

It seems that your crown is destined to fall
With all that you brought to blind your own choir
I’ll notice the ruthless of empress of all
Screaming for pain, such a pointless satire.