Well, aren't you a hero?...
Tears have been shed for you, son.
Hearts have bled from the battles you 'won'
and there is no time to remember the fun
times banished to sulk past a dusky red sun.
Thorn in foot, tongue in cheek,
allowed to part the 'righteous' and meek;
allowed to label lies with an odour, it reeks
of 'salvation' and tobacco that peeks
through flared nostrils, and a deathly glare,
now it seems that nobody cares
for your explanations; they just stand and stare,
and stop. That's enough.
So I can't have you back.
I'll just settle for that.
I won't apologise for the most sincere of lies.
I won't let you scrutinize any chance of reprise.
I'll never forget. I'll never think twice,
so this is my last word. Goodnight.
((OMG! It rhymes!!!))

