Ironic

Come crashing down my wisdom of innocence,
And scream at me for being so ignorant,
Call upon my life of obedience,
And burst my love at the scene,

My lies, my hate, all stem from you,
Like a genetic trance,
But I can't leave,
This chain around my ankle wont let you leave either,

So I can take your field of innocence,
And shrink it down to a sigh,
I won't feel any pain,
Because you left my soul to die,

I can spin you inside,
And pry you out,
Your wisdom is my wisdom,
Its like a silly game,

Cry and scream and shout all you want,
This prison is my mind game,
So as you move your one last breath,

Remember my face,

Because this is your nightmare,

I'll see you when you sleep.