My friend Rob had a great post with these amazing lines in them that he was playing with for lyrics.
They really struck me, and I wanted to know what happens next, so I started playing with them.
I sent what came to me with Rob, and he encouraged me to share it with you.
I’ll add a little “for friends without borders/vpub” graphics for a little kick.
“Poison ink flows from the wells of your soul;
Looking for vengeance while your anger still grows…
Forlorn words of a poets stale thoughts;
The person you wished is the person I’m not…”
You wished for a phantom
You wished for a king
You wished for a knight
But you don’t know a thing
Little girl, You are inside your own head
You can’t even see
The poison you take
It’s from you, not me….it’s all you, it’s not me.
The smoke and the mirrors you set up each night
To fool yourself in your own evil sight
Creating your scene, only you know the end
The poison that flows from your own evil pen.
The simmering anger you drink in each day
Festers and flows into a devilish play
Leave me out of the scenes you’ve written in your dark mind
You will never appreciate me, I’m one of a kind…I am one of a kind.