your cry for help is a charade
your act of humbleness is hubris
your fervent praise is mockery
your chasing dreams is blasphemy
your spinal chord is weakness.

do you fall unto her because she
wears the same mask? do you hide
with her form reality because you
have never tasted death? have
you ever thought to lean upon yourself?

it is a shame you've fooled the fish
to think that you command the flames.
after your show all i see is a self
conscious little boy. you cannot control
death if your life's a masquerade.

you disgrace your family, you disgrace
the huntress. may she turn the cubs you
own against you, may they rip the tendons
from your bones, may you never find
another siren, may your lacquered
features be exposed. may you die
slow, guilty and alone.