Dressed In White

Months later you've finally come through that door, distorted smiles painted on your face.
Walking onto the battlegrounds that you used to call your home.
You're dressed in white as you try to heal your freshly open wound.
The ashes of the ones you've condemned stain your cloak.
You try and speak the holy words that you believe will make you rightcheous.
But you still have those same dull eyes you did when you buried your past.

I've been the one that's here picking up the remains from the walls that you destroyed.
And now I'll make sure that your past follows you like your shadow.
You cannot run any longer, you can't bear to hide.
You've sold us all into a world that you'd die to lock up.
I won't let you end it this way, for this fight isn't yours.
And just as you asked your place here has been taken.

I will not bow, I'll be here until the end like I promised when the crows took her away.
And I can't wait to see you scream in defeat when that guilt finally consumes you.
It's got to be eating away at you in some vile way.

I know that you feel that somethings missing for I can hear it in your voice.
For the life you once dominated now lacks so much.
Everyone you ordered is gone, they've packed their bags and said goodnight.
You're now just as filthy as you claimed that they were.
But just because you're dressed in white it doesn't make you holy.