Knives of You
Mine old friend, I wish you my new lover
I long to be with you but cannot speak
Mine passions scream, though my words are quiet
Your eyes on another, is thine just blind?
The pains in mine chest I suffer for thee
I’m saddened by this unforeseen crisis,
Aye, a sudden news of relocation;
Flooded with distress, I long to tell you
Nay, I hear thine eyes follow another
But great knowledge tops over ignorance
The reign of the sun is now quick to come
Soon we will not see each other no more
Wherefore didst my extended pause, occur?
If thine conscious were able to accept,
Will thine recollect the fragments of me?
Confliction of the heart, I can't believe
Alack! Can thou see as if we were more?
Now, what dost favor in such a maiden?
Though, I cannot compete with mine plain breed
Aye, surely I am not within thine league
Mine features is none above all the rest
Tis’ ordinary and not appealing
Tis’ fitting to try and accept the fate
Rath’r suffer silent and sink inside
Mine thoughts conflict like the gods above us
Wherefore dost the godly be cruel as death?
Heads of fate fiercely fiddle with futures
Like divine creators, we art the same
Evasive, disastrous, ambiguous
The world rotten, of ignorant people