The hated manipulator.
Weak against fury,
I know you are falling apart,
Breaking into insufficient pieces,
Which will ride in clouds,
You will by high,
High on friend's breaking shoulders,
High on your own forgotten sadness.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
You are surrounded by lovers,
Warriors whom would give their life,
Ones who entertain you,
For that is their life.
I watch your idleness,
And their deceived minds,
I cringe in utter disgust.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
You break into tears,
And your servants swarms,
Touching, hoping to see with in,
To fix your aching heart,
They ask you to look,
To look for hope,
To see the happiness in them.
You are crying from the blackness in you.
You are manipulator,
And I hate you.
Two stand with me,
Sparks of joy and light,
Forest of deeper secrets,
They are under your control,
Sparks is resilient, a rage of fire,
Forest has been under the gun for years.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
But in burning flames,
And red, amber tongues of fire,
You call them out of the heat,
Leave me in cursed smoke,
Flesh slowly melting away,
Eyes red in chaotic fury.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
There is Respect,
Respect is different,
Your confusion,
Often changing, side to side,
But keeps to my shadow,
Respect will be a healer,
To those bloody injuries,
Of chaotic emotions.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
Respect wouldn't burn with me,
Respect will move away,
With a postcard of my face,
Respect is like the free wind,
You can't control it,
It will shatter you one day,
Riding along side me on my war path.
You are a manipulator,
And I hate you.
I'm riding on my war horse,
Of blackened hell.
Weapons sharpened, like words,
Standing tall, heart of disintegrating silver.
You stand with your hordes,
I'm to fall, fall through my dreams,
I'm broken, tears in nightmares,
I walk alone now and forever.
You are a manipulator,
I have no spirit left.
