Chess Piece

I couldnt question the icy cold the mystic mass, on a boiling road Pawn to pawn i see your eyes your every move a mere disguise i am not here to take your life but here to show our will to fight as pieces fall and heads collide our trusted run, so called allies. from what is true, a smoking breath only i stood fast as i lay to rest only then could i hear her whisper the calming song that churned and twisted a life relived, i dubbed serene The widened eyes, that saw nothing. the crown of jewels, of which we boast falls and crumbles to useless dust for as our soldiers turn to run the kingdom burns, the game is won gasoline wont smell as sweet as when youre one step closer to defeat match for match, not one is willing an empty room, karma is winning empty pens and crumbled paper that build the realm of a useless fable honest men breed pure reaction yet suffer misinterpretation follow suit, crude ridicule and earn your status, succumbing fool