Sic Semper Tyrannis I

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS I

Every night I lose a pound of flesh,
From your coldness, your despise.
Hereafter this conflict more will rise.
With my glass full of empty lies.
And empty threats of your demise.
And one sharp stake in my eyes,
Stopping the cause of all my sighs
And to bring love to small of our size.

Every Night I smell your tears,
and ask "where have you been all these years"?
I'd thought you'd run from loveless leers,
From the way you seem to be.

Like Pagliacci and naive Nedda,
I am a clown, despite your love letters.
From every pound of flesh and each feather,
Also whenever the banshee's vendetta,
Hunts me like I should have known better.
As if my face could've got any wetter.
The wick of our love is not made of leather,
And will burn out soon.
To be absent for such long years,
And every night is flushed with tears,
Sorry fills up our empty fears.
And takes away our bliss.

All winter long, it shone upon thee.
Beyond the beat any eye could see,
The heart would break the chest of me,
No one but you are allowed to be,
Un-free from such a vengeful curse,
That no hearts anger could disperse,
But me! Nothing could make it worse,
But the newly lovely, loved girl.
What seems to be a hopeful smile?
Maybe it's a fucked up child,
Or engraved in a false, fake file,
But still, I hope she loves me too.
But there's no way I can get away,
You steal the bread I bake,
And kill the love we make,
Don't tell me it's fake too.  
It's why I'm leaving into space,
I'm slowly floating out of this place.
Maybe I'll never see your face.
Again, It won't be forgotten
This pound of flesh twas no tumor,
nor was an un-invited intruder.
But the love compressed wound,
and a pound of flesh