Tether me with your sins
Tether me with your hymns
Tell me what they did in the past
Tell me all of it but there won't be any aghast.
Slay me with your words
Kill me with your orders
Rather than letting me live this life
Let me die, your honour.
Never going to listen to you, my highness
Never going to go against you, my highness
Don't know when this high would low
Don't know when the cries would go.
Save your tears, adorn your fears
Let me hear, let me sneer
Lord, let me be the seer.
When you hit me in the eye
Am I probably supposed to cry?
When you take me to hell
Am I probably supposed to beg?
I ain't never going to let me down
I ain't never going to take off the crown
But if you keep pushing me down
I might have to take off the crown.
All my woeful ballads
All my colourless palettes
Would never be eternal, always worthless
In your eyes.
Would I ever win this fight?
I fear not, stepping on the ground so hot
I might just be another great fighter who fought
But I never won.
Tether me with your sins
Tether me with your hymns
Tell me what they would do again
Tell me all of it but this time, with aghast.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
