Trails of Pity

Joyful, ha For what, or who Look down on me While I pity you Gleeful why? I'd rather die Than give you the pleasure Of defeating I For I'd rather be ugly In misery That full of your cursing Undeserving beauty You have a gift But use it poorly For I'll be all better In the new morning You'll still be there Sitting pretty Smiles fake Your feeling empty Your feeling worthless Is that all I think your problems Are rather small Small as the pill You still take Get off of that And ride the snake Into the cutting edge Of mystery Away from the touch Of misery A wave two miles high Is the crest on which I ride Holding my trident Not unlike Poseidon I am the water bringer You hold the doom Cast it out fast Or it will consume Down down to hell I'm headed I was chosen to face your devil I crawl in quietly Through your open mouth Careful since you've hit the ground Dark inside, yet I can see For the light is protruding All throughout me I share it through pity