Descendant of Flames

These earthquakes come and go. Awakening the anger within. I drank the poison from the fire of your lies. It burnt, but I kept drinking. Because it's all I've ever known. Your color turned gray. I struggle to the surface, with an anchor the size of my guilt, pulling me under the entire way up. So full of life we once were. When your heart was in the right place. Or so you made me believe. Sister and mother despair Building castles in Spain. They take the threshold. May their glory reign. They disappear for awhile strolling down memory lane. And returned only with their decaying growing pains. One gave birth to the fire. The other the Descendant of flames. Beneath us lies the truth. On that silver platter of yours, gold turned to ashes. Lower than dirt. I used to see you as my savior, Until you took my lords name in vain.