If I can just hold onto the life I have
inside the palm of my hands
and give it away to someone from the past or future who has something more important to live for
then I can end my day knowing that I have done something that will be worth it
But I guess for now
I’ll continue to cry to God one more time
and I'll beg to him one more time
to grant this life donation of mine
Because I can’t just continue running forward
knowing that there is someone else who should be running faster than I could ever run

I have one job
and that is to write your story
my wave of words can be put into long stanzas
I write about you until my hand cramps
and I’ll write until your image shines to the public eye
when your status reaches to the top
I’ll stay behind
I’ll stay behind to clean up the malicious mess that you didn’t want me to write about just so your status doesn’t crumble
you have said and done things that no other being can forgive you for
and I must cover it up with my words of propaganda
Because you would rather want people see your “pure” heart
and not your shallow soul

Their is no just thing as
the “best” revenge
same thing goes for the “worst” revenge
revenge is still revenge
All we can do is hope that we don’t become the person who has brought damage upon during the past or present
So instead of relying on revenge to do us justice
let karma do it’s work for you

I’m self aware
And yet my brain sometimes leaves me in a unconscious state of mind
I have seen my wrongdoings played out before and it was not a pretty sight
But I also felt like some wrongdoings of mine have caused damage to my life and it’ll only be too late for me to realize it later on
I have become a judge of my actions
And a witness of what was played out

From the beginning
I have defended you from the very start
but you turned me into a clown at the end

Because of you
my shield turned into sinking balloons
the helmet that I wear melted like paint
and clown makeup is smeared on my face
my chivalry armor collapses to the ground
and a big colorful jumpsuit raps around my body from my neck to feet
the big metallic boots that I once wore
morphed into a big bright rubber shoes that squeak so loudly when I walk
and a big bow tie ways down my neck
leaving me in a hunchback posture

I couldn’t believe what I had became and it is all because of the sick twisted lies that you made me believe in