Chainmail

The King turned into the fool, and they pointed their fingers and laughed. Their hands are porcelain white showing their privileged lives. The fool cried out to those who were once his subjects. He closed his eyes, and tried to wake up from the dream but it's not working this time. A royal robed in rat's filth, swearing our eyes are deceptive. But what the fool doesn't realize, is when you feel safe in your skin, not even the sharpest sword can pierce your armour.


So I'll let you take that stab you've been waiting for.

No, no, this won't be a sad song.

We are beings of logic. We need reasons, explanations, and understanding of the things we experience. We want tangibility.


We fear the abstract.


People are looking for an explanation that will fit neatly inside a box. They want me to wrap it up, package it, and tie it with a bow. Telling them that it just didn't feel right isn't satisfactory, but it's simply all I can give.


I never did like playing by the rules, anyway.

Famous last words.

"If there is one thing I know for certain, it's that I absolutely cannot live without you."