So speaks the friend/ Long nights

[darkasmodeous]

So speaks the friend:

You’re the second rate servant to a first rate girl

She holds in her hand the final stone to hurl

To bring you to a stop in your last devout twirl

To drop you before your flag can unfurl

In the dance you’re doing to find joy in this world

 

So laughs the fool:

When the second rate servant is supposed to be sleeping

He’s opened his eyes, yes darling he’s peeking

And in his ears he can hear that floorboard creaking

He feels the noose ‘round his neck tightening

That you said you had placed on him for safe keeping

 

Enters the first rate girl:

What reason have I to give the second rate servant a call?

I’ve nothing to gain, he’s given me his all

He’ll still be around should I need to install

A sense of perfection after the fall

When I have nothing else I’ll have my servant crawl

Back to me

 

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Long nights spent

In painful contemplation

You wonder why

You even care at all

You can’t help but worry

She’s on your mind

You go to sleep

Resolved

To make this the last time

 

Morning comes

Going through the motions

Of not caring

You try to be calm

Hiding your intentions

You watch the day

Waiting

To form the connections

 

You find yourself

Removed from the equation

Player in a game

Of prey and predation

Your soul has been stained and sucked

Dry and cold as hell

You’re just another victim

Of the violent social spell

 

The smoke clears

Coming to your senses

You try to fix

The damage you’ve done

But no one seems to care

They want nothing

To do with you

Afraid

To be lonely as you

 

 

 

 

Now you’ve gone

Running from the laughter

Of those cold hearts

And eyes watching you

You’re so convinced that

The world’s out to

Break you, you’re a

Vagrant

There’s no hope for you now