You poke my heart
With spiteful words
My confidence
Retreats to its shell
You may see yourself great
King of all lords
I bet you;
There are more dead kings
And lords in hell
I cannot say to you
There's a speck
In your eyes
But it's mine
You see plain
To point at and
Speak ill of
The tongue you wag
Is coated with lies
For everytime you speak
The world stands still
For everytime you speak
The ocean’s tides
Empty their tanks
For everytime you speak
Those words you let out
Are nothing akin to a prank
For everytime you speak
Dense forests let deserts
Encroach their yards
For everytime you speak
The consequence of your acts
Should put you behind bars
But Obsidian—
Is nothing like you
She doesn't have the tongue
To taste a sacrificial ewe
Nor a vile and
Treacherous mouth
Transcending and true
Are her whispers indeed
A stone so mystic, yet bears
The markings of ancient tales
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
You poke my heart
With spiteful words
My confidence
Retreats to its shell
You may see yourself great
King of all lords
I bet you;
There are more dead kings
And lords in hell
I cannot say to you
There's a speck
In your eyes
But it's mine
You see plain
To point at and
Speak ill of
The tongue you wag
Is coated with lies
For everytime you speak
The world stands still
For everytime you speak
The ocean’s tides
Empty their tanks
For everytime you speak
Those words you let out
Are nothing akin to a prank
For everytime you speak
Dense forests let deserts
Encroach their yards
For everytime you speak
The consequence of your acts
Should put you behind bars
But Obsidian—
Is nothing like you
She doesn't have the tongue
To taste a sacrificial ewe
Nor a vile and
Treacherous mouth
Transcending and true
Are her whispers indeed
A stone so mystic, yet bears
The markings of ancient tales
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