Thursday, August 7, 2008

Gentle

Behind these closed doors,
Your lies become more.
Seems we all understand,
That it was all in your plan.

Once Royalty became prone,
Killed without your crown.
You were left all alone,
Screaming without sound.

We hoped you wouldn't falter,
Lifestyle creep was abound.
Knew you wouldn't know,
The trials of standing ground.

What a pain it was to see,
What a game it was to you.
Hurt your two transparent lives,
Yours and one for other's eyes.

Awareness of being groomed,
No castle but one assumed.
These walls made of stone,
Crumbled signs of a home.

We hoped you wouldn't falter,
Lifestyle creep was abound.
Knew you wouldn't know,
The trials of standing ground.