• She came with an act of innocense
    Failed "Medusa"
    The one he foolishly turned to,
    When the world was offering so much more
    Together until dead ends
    Freedom seemed to cease to exist
    The noise of a shattering heart
    He pondered if the days would end

    She was supposedly leading happiness
    Faint blood hearted truth
    With all he was promised
    One thing came true
    That through all the lies,
    Defiling acts through time
    The skies would open to shine
    Thus show a beginning
    That would be wished to never end

    For days he sat alone
    Plotting against her thrown
    With emotionless bliss
    How vein, he thought
    As he read over a list
    Little could he remember a lost wish
    "Where did the days go?"
    He began to think allowed
    "Did freedom really escape my grip?"
    Then there on his thrown he fell asleep
    Into his dream he lost himself in hate
    Brung by his betraying fate
    This imperfect mask, he began to think
    Hangs so perfectly on his face

    Then the day came
    A thwart to his list of plans
    The plots he pondered to soon forget
    He saw her porcelain skin
    And began to bend to her whim
    Then the mask began to crack and fall
    As a fire of freedom flickered and sparked
    The future would hold, he began to think
    His Porceain Yin beside the Sphinx
    And an imperfect story
    Would paint a picture so sweet