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  As I attempt to decipher her silence  And the raging tension in the air I'm brought forth a harrowing loss Etched in my worst nightmare Her calm and relieved demeanor With the incessant scent of a victory She plays coy but I know better The extent of her treachery She can sense I'm being ungrateful Her heartbeat in sync with the rain Betrayal is as bitter as revenge I'm conflicted because who doesn't kill a king?  With my back pinned to the starboard I curse the angels and the demons alike She stares content yet fearsome  I feel the urge to speak my mind Drenched in her pale shift She confesses her love for me Says cruelty could have given her  The life she had always dreamed  Alone on the sinking ship I feel as light as the bloodless mist For once my words are mine And not over thought out scripts At the heights of a rebellion We're as far as we can be from it  I can't help but understand The hunger for a peace like this Ambition thins out prudence ...

  My guilt is counterfeit and my wounds self-inflicted  They swell and punch my gut and force some kind of confession And as I wrap my arms around him in comfort  He repels my solace like it's malice haunting a church The lines start to show, the clothes begin to fall And all the secrets buried in them fly up to the sun The poison acts so slow, he wants me to go Behind him closes the door, I know he knows My footfall set a fire, crimson flames dance at the pier When lust and jealousy pour out of the same bottle no one sheds a tear All the front lines begin to merge into one Nobody knows who is fighting for whom anymore The bullet goes in fast, I bleed gold all over the palace floors He buttons up my coat, says a frugal life isn't for me so He puts the bottle in my hand, says two drops and he will understand The absence of immortality in his pretender royal veins Affection isn't something I tend to yield as a weapon Pity is a knife I plunge into his unsuspecting heart for ...

  The blood from the rebellion stained the blue sky The violet refraction reminded me of when my father died An equestrian accident, they all saw it happen  My mother blind to decency as she clung to his dying hand The carpet was red and the throne polished gold The scepter in my hand, a threatening headstone  Grief rains down like shadows in the brightest light And I can't hide it but maybe I just might They painted it like it was some mystical paradise Every maiden in the kingdom wanted to sit by my side I never felt so naked, even at dinners with my brother I should've known he was the match to the carnage flame come September My queen was as gentle as a field of daisies  As loyal as a dog and as fierce as the wife of Hades She found the moral in her compass and her love in the reason She was the first to sense the oncoming upheaval My hands were tied in every which way  My throne room, more of a circus day by day Rumours left the palace grounds like gold...