Hypocrite

Dark Raven, you don’t respect me at all

I know it is true

You just use me (now you use flattery and tonics and gold and gifts that you still throw in my face when it suits you)

And say you love me

You say you want me

But all these many years you’ve hurt me deeply

Now that I tried to go, and made that dedication to myself for once

you say I’m beautiful and all you ever wanted

But I know you don’t respect me

Your false hypocritical eyes

Tell me what you think when you think I am not looking

You may say it hurts when I tell you

You’re playing a ruse, a submarine hooked way below the surface

Oh,

Dark Raven

I know deep down you hate me

I don’t think it, I know it,

I know you do,

You keep me close to your breast as

Your possession, to keep your other heart strings near, this I do not hold against you,

Yet I feel a overwhelming sense of depreciation and treading resolve,

I fear

Your bill to collect once the chickens come to roost,

How much will I have to pay you?

How much will I have to lose?

How much can the hypocrite take from the loser,

How much more should I have to swallow?