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
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