Carte Blanche

There’s no greater enemy

Then the ones we create

In the deepest valleys of our minds

They claw, we bleed

They scratch, we cry desperate

To make there voices heard

They rip, we absorb

Get these wars out of me spewing onto paper

They scrape, we go no ends to please

I find myself constantly going to war with these thoughts

I watch as this battle slowly destroys me

Leaving behind a defeated soul and dead flesh

As the only casualty

They live with you, a memory

The rath of dark graphite, the rath of dark oil

Forcing you, and your ideals against there’s

I’m stuck in this vicious cat and mouse game

Where there is no true winner, no true victory

They talked and I became their muse

I begged the heavens for a way out

They only left a rusted sword and a battered heart

They are watching, A king without his scepter

I remember when I could fortify the kingdom

When the paladins formed

Because when the a king walked through the land

Power was supposed to come with

Your weak they tell me

Your weak they tell me

There’s no greater loss than the one to the enemy within

Making loosing feel so good, making hell seem so right

A masterpiece painted on a napkin

It was all a vision out of my badly bandaged glasses