It's clear you've done no evil,
you've only done what's right.
But often times
you'll come to find
that its never quite enough.

You gave her half your world,
the other half to fight.
But every day
you'll hear her say
"I pray men like you should come my way."

You smile nonetheless
but it pains you to accept,
that you'll never be the man,
to give her the crown,
the crown she so desperately desires to wear.

The ability to stay motivated after
a number of failed attempts and
in the end, produce results is what
you call heroism.

remember,
remember back when you were just a toddler
and mommy and daddy told you to
beware of the monsters and strangers?

well,
what they were really telling you is that human beings/your friends are the real monsters
and danger.

never
remove your
eyes from
anyone.

once you have,
the damage incurred can never be undone.

eyes that smile hide a medieval darkness that sparkle like the blade of a guillotine.

a trusting fool
will always end up on the bad side
of a
crime scene.