For you, my King

You call me angry;
what a mammoth understatement!
Let us not be eluded by precision; I’m fucking pissed off
I remember a time during the early phase of this façade;
Then, we had summer rain coming down on us
Now, towards our demise and because of you and your pathetic penis;

sadly, we die

You shall receive a gift tonight as you lie calmly in his arms

You shall have the elements prove the depth of my wickedness

 So like lightning bolts on supposed armoured chests,

You’ll feel the hurt I felt when you chose careless

Only for you my king;

I shall kneel and ask,
And shall receive,
And you shall bleed till completion of task at hand

You call out miserable and I respond
I say think with your other head and let’s prove me wrong
You laugh teasingly as if I’m a joke, but then the wind outside stands at my command

You shall receive a gift tonight as you lie calmly in its arms
You shall have the elements prove the depth of my wickedness
So like lightning bolts on supposed armoured chests,
You’ll feel the hurt I felt when you chose careless 

Only for you my king;
I shall kneel and ask,
And shall receive,
And you shall bleed till completion of task at hand