The Ballad of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer" Destroyer, and creator of words Flying high on the wings of a bird Drowning every inch, by foes and friends Where has she gone? When push came to shove, She continued standing tall after every fall Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze, A maze in disguise, no way out A feeling so good, you hate The naming of names, that won't escape you Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, Destruction, with pleasure A new day, killed by the morning after pill Everyone gone, shadows remain Where, has she gone? A feeling so good, you hate Your unmatched precision wobbles your stability She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop Where has she gone? She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, However, it does not stop you from spending your cash- -To see a picture painted with a frown, Look what you've done! Never to return, what was, what is! You say you love her, then you run A dry barrel, an empty gun, Never will the enemy be number one, Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD, Like a dream, her imagery is haunting Love her or leave her, her pen name remains Poet O' Poet where are you? An advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy-paste kiss Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist Blindfolded, indulge by the wind Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand Her freedom, her land Gone insane, she laughs, Untouched she remains, she lives Inside of me By; PD