Like an illustrious knight who slain the dragon
You’ve left a memory that is carved in stone
But you are no warrior with a legacy
You are a boy whose dreams are illusory
As a spider in the mystery of the night
That has spun an intricate web of death
You catch your pray and gorge on them
The flies they fill your stomach to your throat
And there I am, stuck in this deceptive net
Where you’ve murdered my lustrous spirit
Through selfish lies inside a jar you gave to me
I believed in all the beauty I thought I saw
But I was blind by flesh and flesh alone
I saw the skin that was soaked in sweetest nectar
And like a starving dog, I hungered for it
I became the bee who served the lords
With this I tried to make a golden royal honey
From every piece of you I yearned for
Yet again I find myself caught in the delusion
You’ve led me to believe was verily true
My own naiveté has killed me by your bones
I blame you not of any pain that lives within my soul
I have sanded all of myself to nothingness
Because I wanted to believe in your sincerity
But as I swallowed every evil you fed to me
I  lost all sight of who I was and who you really are
So goodnight my master behind the curtain
You live inside of me and I am chained to you
Like a slave to the white man in times of strife
You beat me to a numbness without a single tear
And here I stand before the empty world where you are
A carcass who appears to be alive in every sense
The ultimate duplicity within this flawed reality
I am dead in all the meaning of the word
Yet still I find myself to love you oh my great Deceiver