Through his vanity, he clings to her.
Her strawberry lips kindly smile through him,
Flirting with his power, not seeing him.
Leaving her dancing amidst lustful beasts,
His sovereign limbs collapse in his weary throne.
With blind blue eyes, he watches her lack of loyalty.
Offering up a beer to him, I kneel
Before his feet. With quivering lips, I
Sacrifice myself to him humbly.
His burning ears almost hear, but instead
I vaguely echo, as he drowns in her reflection.
My offering is casually dismissed.
I fade from him, having failed my god. Broken and
With trembling fingers, I fondle a cold trigger.
The barrel screams, and I fall silent.
Billie Jean Grey