I never understood
how flowers grew through concrete
until I saw the smile slice through your sad eyes.
And your voice echoed
like screams in an empty corridor
after losing the only thing that mattered to you.
You wore your pride like a crown,
didn't let anyone tear you down
but sometimes the throne was too much pressure.
You poisoned your spectators
slowly, like secondhand smoke
before giving them a breath.
Consequences do not apply
when your arrogance is blind
and you play the man in the sky.
But you will fall to your knees
because it's Judgment Day,
and you're the world's biggest sinner.
Took an odd turn. Hope it was an okay one.