The darker shades of light remain.
I am not a decoration.
The queen's marionettes dance and dive and fall
And hang neglected and grey by the ropes around their necks.
Gold thread shifts and unshifts as the mirages fade.
Slowly, slowly, we are losing a war.
The red flows gladly but I don't want to see what we'll become.
Everything may or may not be my fault.
Whoever knew what to think?
My most commonly recurring thought,
Is I Don't Know.
Because I never did know.
Nobody had the time to explain,
And I was the one person they assumed into knowledge of it all.
You've changed my life but not my fate.
I still have to go.
Good-bye, apologies for anything I've ever done
I was wrong
I made a thousand too many mistakes
That I'll never have a chance to set straight.
See what I can't live beyond
See what I've become
See what I can't change or abandon,
See, I hand my soul to you
To all of you who thought me a puppet in a show.
My curse is the spoken word.
There is no way out
But pure ink.