People always say I assume the worst
About the realities that I often warn them about
I saw the fears in their eyes as it all became true
Yet they would never believe me again
"A coincidence" they say infront of my gemstone ball
I was pessimist or so they claimed I was
A curse upon me, and a broken trust
Nightmares of mine were never seen
They trapped me in the walls and I screamed
Cornered me as they burn my house
And they never knew the prophecy
Of this world as they never believed me
I'd brew nightmare in the tower I was in
They'd never believe, so I stopped
They've prepared the stake as they want
To make me confess that I was the one who did
I feared the nightmare I saw
Snake inside my vein eats itself
I hung my head in the ceiling of the cell
I'd kill myself so they'll never fear me
A/N:
This poem doesn't have a connection with tthe previous poems
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The Ballads Of The Wordsmith For His Poet
PoetryExaltation given by the muses of this Poet's sublime. As this poet escape the asylum he's been trapped, he'd find glory into writing epics and ballads. As the wind chimes, a knock of desperation escapes his everlasting pain.
