How could you look me in my eyes
Can't see my eyes shake and terrified?
Nor the blood that's staining your hands cold
The death of my once beloved I hold
Within my trembling faith
I notice your reflection hasn't since changed
But mine has metamorphosed
Grieving your lack of growth
He was dipped in gold
Sun shone off his mould
Blinded by the glow
I was blind I suppose
Unforeseen, you had showed
Apologetically, I should've known
Blinded to overthrow
I was blind I suppose
You took him by the neck
Twenty seconds, he was dead
I just cried watching you stand
Atop his frame falling in my hands
Till you tore him limb from limb
I was paralysed to begin
To comprehend the man you've been
To understand why you did this to him
How could you look me in my eyes
Can't see my eyes shake and terrified?
Nor the blood that's staining your hands cold
The death of my once beloved I hold
Within my trembling faith
I notice your reflection hasn't since changed
But mine has metamorphosed
Grieving your lack of growth
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
