Dawn Eyes

Trapped in your shadow by amnesty threads
I'm nothing to you, surrendered once more
the wine bearer of a kingdomless king
just wanting, painting our future in reds

lost in a moment of need and cold fear
you called with a voice that unlocked your door
and reneged all the damages of spring
perfectly, so even now I am here

but nothing can hold my steps to the ground
not words, actions, or blood drops on the floor
from the crimsoned tongues, silent in singing
drowned out when the hate-drums begin to sound.