She’s a princess, a flower,
A graceful, alluring being, lovely to the skin.
I’m a human disaster, a being of war,
A monster of killing and seas of
Darkness omitting every shore.
She holds beauty and power,
Me; to the core, I’ve worlds of sadness akin
To the depths beyond, but I swore
To stay by the one I loved.
She’ll come maddened, but what for?
You stray to her and you ignore
Me; the shadow that follows. Therein
Lies the whisper in the wind that bore
Seas of sorrow and I turned away.
I was triumphed. She smirked with vigor.
From the hurt I do cower.
I wish I’d never feel this way again, for within
My heart I knew no more
That you’d ever chose me over
Her, the princess, awoken in full galore.
For nothing am I but the midnight hour
That every second does quicken
Until the moment you look before
Your eyes and see a her realness over my fading
Light and forget me forevermore.