Shakesperean Tragedy Me Part 3
the path of least resistance
are we comfortable yet
are we busy making friends?
are we hiding in the shadows of doom and gloom
trying to get away
and stay out of the reaches of destiny the heart can never mend?
are you coounting the days as they pass you by
wondering whose on what side and why
why your soo important and who is really the love of your life
who is going to be the one to hold the knife
because in eternity no one wants to be the joke
but you forever king unfit
you forever we smote
haunted dreams
nights of tears
paranoid thoughts
are you the ressurrected king unfit
the one here to carry out the prophecy
to twist the words of every religion
oh how its begun
he was not meant to be
path of least resistance
look at cupid hes got it right
arrow straight for the heart boys
no need to fight
love is our weapon now
and thats what this war is all about
using love as a weapon to kill
would you
could you
will you
do you
pretend to be more than just friends to murder your husband or wife
is there a path of least resistance in your eyes dear conman
care to teach the hitman a few pointers while accepting this bribe
oh me
the shakespearean tragedy
if love ever finds me im doomed
but who does that make happy
for if they dont already know anbd have tricks up their sleeves
i must find a way to speak the truth without a word being spoken
or forever i will relive this nightmre
as if it were my favorite dream
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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