Cold the waters

Cold the waters

Flames shot from between teeth
and the steam of the night parted.
Placed upon head a guilded wreath
of gold and fine jewels departed.

Taken from lands from afar
and left barren to fend alone.
Wishing hopeless upon a star
Nothing left but skin and bone.

Confide in me and I will be guide
the lies told to gain innocent trust.
Behind you I will scheme and hide
to fill my endless desire and lust.

Another's sweat upon the skin
convinced it is the only way past.
Working upon another's spin
Forever tied to a false caste.

Of kings and queens and royals
looking up to see the golden spire.
Behind the eyes blood boils
Through words will rain cold fire.

Never enough as plenty passes
through hands and minds too weak.
Destined to repeat life's classes
As rather than listen they only speak.

Safety provided in the box
Security of mind the offer taken.
Keys turn in the locks
Behind bars left the forsaken.

A prison of minds that hold
tighter than any cuffs ever could.
Eternally bought and sold
Like no human ever would.

Taraz
[ a Steem original ]

Writing is a good way to clear the head before heading to bed.