Talkwards

A cruel sign of sadness,
Carved has been,
With steal, stone and blood filled ink,
Into defenseless skin.

A light in the shadows,
The sign is my call,
You who search for the weak pray,
Vulture, push me to the wall

A liar full of sin,
Asking for my blood,
With reasons too thin,
The nation and the god,

Can’t you see what’s right,
Once you’ve been there?
Can’t you understand,
What your lie feels like here?

I am just a fool,
So easy to fool,
And you abuse this fool,
I am your willing tool

I should have known it all,
I should have seen the night,
Will come after sun set,
Even if it doesn’t seem right