Submission

See the scars submission has brought me

From all these years of sitting peacefully

Golden stains around these marks

Left by the whips forged to scar

Maim my heart that you may stand tall

The shelter you gave me created to fall

Black and blue, my mind barely crawls

Seeking solace in your false halls

Broken and bleeding, tired and cold

I cannot have what you cannot hold

Why did you do this, keeping me captive?

It was my mistake, the choice to be passive

Let me stand, let me go, let me regain my youth

Spent too long worrying about what is the truth

I did not wish that you would fall down

Upon the sword that you used to take the crown

God what have I done, letting you win

We once fought together against the same sin

Divided we stand, united I fell

All because I was won by your spell

I can only ask once that you remain true

True to the truth that I though we both knew

I thought together we lived by the same code

When you fell broken at my humble abode

I suppose I deserved this, for feeding your needs

For letting you walk through those trees

For thinking that I couldn’t live on my own

Even though I knew you were just after the throne

Submission has brought me here, to these darkened halls

The only life left here just slithers and crawls

So I’ll pick up the crown from your rotted throne

And paint a picture the world deserves to be shown