I stare outside through blood-stained eyes,
You know those times, when you want to burn your life down?
Come see the Queen’s broken crown,
The emperor has no clothes
Drowning, in a sea of hungry foes.
The rebellion started as a single flame,
Grew to a seething anger I couldn’t tame.
This is not me!
But it is, that’s what’s scary.
And just as I turn to leave,
I feel my chest begin to heave
A broken heart within its cage.
Cutting sadness dims the rage,
Because if I left it all in my rear view,
I’d no longer feel you, just be near you.
And that is pain I cannot bear,
Still my vigilant eyes continue their stare.
Hidden Jules 