Responsibility
You promised me your endless love, and I remained latched in the mode of pushing the clock to overdrive
—I wish you paid attention to me, sometimes I feel as if I don’t exist
Droplets of my blood I’ll hold responsible for my enemy’s killing, and on the turrets of the castle I’ll keep my guard until you agree, my beloved, their world is but a fool’s play in darkness
—You put on these shoes everywhere we go; try the other pair, the black suede shoes I’ve always liked
I stand like a beacon that shatters the storm, where lies eulogized in their altars, whirl like a soul’s reverence hidden in the silence encompassing two breaths
—Tonight, I want you to be part of the celebration. I like you to talk to people and try to look alive for a change. Yes, these people aren’t poets, but it doesn’t mean they are stupid.
Revenge pendulates between two high notes before the last martyr decides to walk steadily to the guillotine. Drops of his blood I’ll hold responsible for the talons of hatred lurking in my heart, and on the turrets of the castle I’ll keep my guard until you come back to me, my beloved and agree their world is but a fool’s play in darkness
—Tonight, I promise to look alive, just to please her!
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