Bitter Sweet Suicide

We are nothing but a notion of a ruler's faulty hand
You're mistaken, for this is not the end
You will suffer a bitter, grave defeat
Wither in the depths of bloodlust schemes

Before you embark make haste

I sanction a horrid kind of that which you will soon know
And break all your convictions
Lack of entrails, all permissions
No regard for intent
Renditions of what beauty once was

I'm hoping you'll be there my queen
The chance of attendance slim
And meek they are
For a likelihood devoid of hap
May upset the vultures
They laugh at humanity
Realizing its ignorance
And bring hostility to play
Its utmost advocates
You'll fear the consequence

Yearn
I'm quite familiar
With what it feels like to want the one thing
XThat cripples your wit
And frames your heart on a wall
Brandished by all of its captors

Putrid, wounded, lies
The procession must come to a halt
Putrid, wounded, lies
Adherence gives way to the fault
Putrid, wounded, lies refuted
Putrid, wounded, lies refuted

I question all thoughts that plead for placating
This poison is pure
I don't wait for resentment
To calm anxious nerves
You will soon cite the end

Tear down your prized blinds
And stare into a future where you feel
Just about as much
As I did when you burnt the air surrounding me
A sense we greet so frightened
See, the lapse that cost you

This is the last time
Be gone