My anger burns to see the lies
My anger burns, the hero dies
As I lay him on a slab
But you can’t bring him back with feeling bad
Only realise the source
I cut him off without remorse
Because he did not tell the tale
I raised my flags and set sail
To another pride filled land
Of reasons that are underhand
All for what I thought I knew
Did I ever look at you?
Or only see my reflect
In your eyes as suspect
And shot in plain sight and view
My rebound hit back from you
And splintered souls of their own making
It was love that I was taking
It was demonic I was waking
It was innocence forsaking.