Your Sun
Your Sun more glorious than mine,
Shine better & brighter than all,
Your Sun is fool's gold,
Don’t you see?
You, a phony, a traitorous serpent,
Steal thunder from under innocent feet,
why?
My darling friend
You slaughter my heart,
Armored with a thorn-encrusted blade,
Slash, slash away
I, a fading memory,
You, the warring tyrant.
You stole my hope,
you slaughtered my faith,
you trampled my life,
Oh, despise your shame!
I am not beaten,
I am cast away.
I am who I am
Copyright © Autumn Bell | Year Posted 2016
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