Knight in Rusty Armor
I choke down the pill, on the tip of my tongue. And hope the effect doesn't tear me in two. But its far too late for us now. And now I'm left to digest the truth. And I don't know what I could say. And I dont know what I should do. I wish I could give this feeling away. So heres another limb I tore off for you. So how does the blood from the wound taste tonight? It seems its never enough to give you your fill. Could you do me a favor before you leave me to die? Could you please twist the blade, and finish the kill? And I keep playin this game of pretend. I just wish that I could start brand new. But it seems I'm just waiting on the end. Heres another limb I tore off for you. I'd love to save you from this place you're imprisoned. I could be your knight in rusted mail. I know that its not the scene you had envisioned. But lifes not always a fairy tale. The one who shines may be somewhere in the distance. But will he be to late to rescue you now? And I know that you don't care to admit this. But I'll keep trying to convince you somehow.
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This poem/song I wrote to sort of fit a bassline I wrote. But it comes from the heart. Cant really say much else. Figure it out on your own. I cant do this for you everytime. But hope you like it. If not... Oh well. If you do though check out the other ones. They aint too bad either. Also I apologize if its a little tough to read. Its hard to organize these things over the phone.