What are the Reason

that I feel

led to decide what is said

hiding in the stories of I

bleed out

so I don't have you

any more than the Rising Sun

holding my side

looking deep in his eyes

you'll see why the sky

ducks for cover

when you hear me

come up with

a little more than I took you for

a fool

you are little more than a tool

for the games played by both sides

of the story

told for some it's too boring

for others

it's glowing

so open your eyes

and devour your prize

hidden behind my

filter of with or without

never finding out

how to be at peace

without becoming apart of the feast

please take my name and ride

listen close enough you might hear

her secrets

comfort my throat on fire

set ablaze by your attire