The Seven Serpents
I miss you terribly but I’ve already said goodbye
My heart is whole again but scarred forever
The darkness rolls by like a thunderstorm
The past is gone in the blink of an eye
In an instant, friends became foes
In a sequel they are friends once more
While those closest to me are now covered in permanent marker
And I’m the only one left in the photograph
I wish I could dance to the sound of time
The slow, melancholy swing of the pendulum
The tale of love, rivalry, betrayal and hate
I just hope you’re happy out there, wherever you are
As I exit the pixelated reminiscence, my mind melts
And the future draws near…
The wide eyed dog at the end of the table
The hand in the fingerless glove on the side of the road
The glass eyes of a caring heart
Can’t complain when all you’ve got is scraps
The shame of the pariah, the taste of guilt
Stones cast into the sky as I remain still
The hand grips the pickaxe and swings once more at the ground
There’s almost no reward for what I do but that doesn’t stop me
So don’t short change me for what you don’t see
The ghost of persecution haunts us all
And I am somebody, worth my weight in gold
