Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)

You Will Fear Me, But You Don't Need To

The serpents of the sea, hissing, touching, almost killing me
And who's swordsmanship has caused the graveyard of elegies?
My poems turned to lifeless prose after my defeat
Warrios are fearsome, Achers' arch sharpens, and all kingdoms worsen
All this time, I have identified who started the arson

So I see it as malicious fraud on the part of imperial frogs
Who's never afraid of my army
But one thing's for sure—I can tame all ghosts and even wild dogs
You will fear me

But you don't need to

Deception is a game; the liars have rose to fame
But even my stanzas are fixed in the same way for proof
Even wicked witches' curses cannot escape the controversial, ambiguous truth
That I fear my fearsome self with all the words that I say
Is there anything to say? Let's all applaud, and then we'll stay
A new circus has opened, full of unlimited boredom
Are we watching you, or are we watching satire?

So I hid in bunkers like a scared little child
And kept all my amusement roaming in the wild
And all varieties of bravery known to mankind
Have been used as an excuse for a fucked-up mind

You're not as good as we thought
From what we saw, you're not excellent enough
So maybe when all the flowers grow and act as garden scenery
Some will be boastful, some will be wrecked, and some will be sweet
But I'm not afraid of creeps
They will fear me