You want me to let you go
But I must look at your face
To know what I left in the snow
The joy in your simple gaze
The future we have is warm
But I want to die in the cold
Between guilt and love I am torn
You want your husband to hold
You say choose love because I am yours’
Prisons follow me regardless
Of whether or not I’m harmless
Freedom a burden too hard to feel
My battered heart too heavy to kill
Refusing to die and refusing to live
Refusing to take and refusing to give
Numbness finally covers my soul
Yet still this internal eternal empty hole
I lay down my body in this old ring
To deny the agony of the returned King
I shrug so that I may sink
Family rushing into the creek
Whether you save me or I drown
I reject the call to the crown
May my blood fill the stream
Let me be hated by the Queen
Her attempts to love are futile
I cannot struggle for a smile
Let Death take me into the abyss
So I don’t long for her never kiss
Clay The Scribe 