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Queen Beats King

This is a story of love
a story of hate
a story of redemption,
when redemptions too late...
your chances you've had
Ive given you enough
every chance you built me up
and then said (fuck. your. love.)
.........................................................................
There hasn't been a time
that she's given me an ounce of respect.
Unable to unwind her reeling's,
when she's dealing (i'm feeling..)
but she says that Im wrong,
and all I say is that I feel the neglect.
Tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter
reeling her strings (her web),
winding her web around my neck.

Her eyes hint of evil,
big and frowned,
a deep shade of mean.
Never blinking out of necessity,
only bleeding when she screams.
And now she's come back,
again for this moment.
Humming the words of a lullaby,
the chords of an angel,
happy as the days long...

"I, Ill stand right here beside you, Ill be the muse to guide you
Ill never release, fuel love through disease"

Since our first day,
always a gentlemen,
a rarity of a man,
when you were sad or mad
i could always make you feel better then
I gave you my best,
and more than less bit close to none
Is the affection in return that you gave me
always expecting and never giving
when our cards were scattered,
I was the only one, left to shuffle.
and now that Im here to pick em all up,
arrange em back together for another round,
meeting eyes with the Queen, I choose, this time,
to leave 'er on the ground....

but she keeps looking up

"I, I am the words inside you, the voice that wont deny you
Ill give you your peace, Ill fuel your disease.."

Her eyes glint,
agreeable now,
big and round,
a sweet shade of green
blinking uncontrollably, tears drop,
truly beautiful, sweet, serene
Id be lost without the feeling,
her innocence, the desire, her need
in this moment, I notice,
etched in the card,  
"Queen beats King,
don't let down your guard"

As she sings;

"I, Ill stand right here beside you, Ill be the muse to guide you
Ill never release, fuel love through disease, and..
I, I am the words inside you, the voice that wont deny you
Ill give you your peace, Ill fuel your disease.."
Written by artkytech
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