Written by Zelda
Is it murder if I beg for it
in the end?
And was it self-inflicted if
you chose to look away?
Chose to remove yourself
Only a convenient witness
Pretend it didn’t happen and
move on
A sideways glance at the
callous and arcane
I reduced to nothing before
your avoiding eyes
When did you stop caring?
Or did it just become too
big for you?
When did you choose to look
away?
I missed it; I don’t know
the threshold anymore.
Let me know, for next time
There will be a next time.
Please excuse
I thought that I could be a
part of this
In the end it is simply
beyond me
And now I must go until next
time.
Because there will be a next
time.
Because of you, there will
be a next time.
The good soldier will be
back next time.
Breathing loyalty friend and
confidant.
Where is that threshold
again, vulture?
Let me know when the
circle’s due round.
I’m tired of seeing your feathers on the floor.