written in 2013
but of course the coarse and worn out skin would give away, evading him.
it's safe as sin but clear as clouds; in fact, her tact would come and bow -
to say a hymn or to sing it out? that's exactly what she is about.
she left the crowd to vapid waste - a rapid chase that ends in place.
it ends in hope that hope can end, and dreams become the lives we're in.
and stars become the girls we chase - what's worse than longing for a long gone face?
what's better than holding the one we choose? Dying for her so as not to lose.
Lying to her - no, don't waste your time. There's no ceilings for this endless sky.
there's no feelings that i haven't felt - no evidence i didn't melt.
when i was young i felt the belt - but now i'm old and hit myself.
it's true, i'm old and haven't stopped - to settle in the life i bought.
but i meddle with the minds i've caught. there's medals there for those i've lost.
the ones i've lost are the ones i've met. it's cruel - it resembles theft.
it's wrong - it's as though a net was cast over them, atop their heads.
that's a verse to explain my curse. I'm the goblin prince but the kids are worse.
and the princess? No, she don't sing; she's torn....the curse i bore, it hurt her more.
she lives in thorns and feels the prick. she's resentful, and i'm deserving it.
i reserve my wit to bail me out - no doubt, i fall when standing proud.
no doubt, i'm lifted when i'm loud - not gifted, all i do is shout.
the clouds that once could stand my weight - won't wait. i taught them how to hate.
don't wait, it's probably coming late - the gift i bare stays in the shade.
deprecation stays to say a prayer....
i invite it in, bring it to my lair.
it's sings it's notes, they're cool and fair.
it has advice, but it doesn't share.
neither of us mind nor care.
that's a riddle to explain my disease - i'm trapped but i could get out with ease.
but bars bring bars - i guess i'm finally saying it.....
i fight heart to find art and then make it.