Bastard

Bastard


A mayday call to arms it seems

Your many charms are wrecking me

I'm sleeping with the enemy

Take what you want and render me.

I'm fighting on the losing side

Fighting for my stubborn pride

I hit you with a diatribe of incompatibility

But your scrying glass eye tore into me

Never one for sympathy,

You made me cry.

So talk to me boy

Tell me what you know

You're not the everyday Romeo

You fished me out of misery

Now I'm drowning in your empathy

Two more steps and I will be

Dying in your arms tonight

See…

You've reduced me to

Quoting 80's lyrics.

You bastard.


~Darkling Plain, Oct. 24, 2006