A King may
stand above all
but that doesn't mean
he may not
stand alone

measure costs
with true intent
as we build
our lives
from scratch;
certainty
is needed here
lest our feet
tread bridges built
of bones
from friends
we left behind

Your sweet melody
Sticks to my neck
Like fingers nectarine
And when the sun
Heaves heat upon me,
Oh, how it sings

Come to me girl
I'll make your dreams come true
You'll be entangled
As I speak in star-spangled
rhetoric to get you quick
And I always leave them mangled
But you know

Just a little closer now
I weave the illusion of freedom
As I work your every angle
Cover you in pretty bangles
As I wrap tighter
And begin to strangle
Smooth like reptile scales

As you gaze into my eyes
You'll never quite realize
How gargantuan
My coils are in size

It was your own fault really
Didn't you see me
I am the constrictor
With your listening ears
And my lies in verse
We both get a little sicker