Well Darling, I Wouldn't Call This Paradise

F**k, you call this paradise?

Well darling, it's time you thought twice.

Run along now, it's what they all do,

It's what I've been expecting of you.

You are just a pawn in this game,

A character that can be easily replaced.

But why do I want you to stay,

You are the one placing doubt in me.

Spirit of a higher,

Can't save me from the burning fire.

Have you ever that about what it means?

Silver Ships rip me from my seems.

Cower now in loathsome ways,

Forget what is right and let's go all the way.

Why fight for a better tomorrow when we live in today,

Don't be ashamed of any of your days.

They tell you who to be,

Breaking apart is how you appear to me.

Tell everyone you saved my life,

Or when I die... tell them at least you tried.

Reviews

[Porter]

Angry poetry at its finest. Way to start the tone off with an expletive, I think it made that whole stanza. And the final two stanzas: Hitting the brink and saying f**k it. I really think you captured that feeling in an amazing way. Thumbs up Fires. ~Never Forget