Dedicated to you P, whom I met today yet turned around, with a dash of GoT. |
Bye! The clock stops, the beat ends Bye! My only lift, my only gospel Bye! The only kinswoman that seems to care That seemed to care, that seemed to care A cold blooded fault, for we should've known Bye, you traitor, you treacherous whore. That is all my envy offered, asked A sagging at the edges, twisted in morals This old land's tale, a deluded bye. Be true, my slouchy heart never believed But again, which love is plausible? Passing over Danny and Drogo's, or is it? Betray, it seems, is below my charming dreams In a sooty, sunless cranny somewhere Smirking dusk, smiling dawn Right inside my prostitute whittled heart Dub-Thud-Dub-Thud-Click-Clack-Click-Clack And it has shattered now, into one piece. It's accursed how you blind eye me Eyes whom I've slept with This shredded heart has none to parcel out, beloved Except a darned invoke steadier than Lannister's "ashes in your mouth" And an evening shade of fading love. Bye, you've swapped me with her, or no her Bye, the Dub-Thud-Click-Clack is music to my Gutter was my love's mother, for you beloved, Winter is coming, indeed a sunless, murky winter A winter with the marching dead and stinking bastards you alike When all I had asked for, was a bloody, damned farewell. |