Sight For Sore Eyes

Set your sights for a highness that can never mishappen.

Let your heart form to shades of white that can never be blackened.

There’s a sight for only your eyes, though it can make your eyes sore.

I had my first taste of blood and now I need more.

More smoke in my lungs, I can’t remember the strain but it’s on the tip of my tongue.

More money to my name. I’ll never need again, and I won’t be the same.

Power’s a sight for sore eyes. So much of it but never enough.

The truth will prevail, so I’m calling your bluff.

This is what I have but it’s not what I wanted.

If I don’t understand then I just kind of got it..

I place my soul down to retrieve the endowment.

My sweaty skin is left my only garment.

And my words are weapons of lifetimes to master.

But more difficult to think when your blood’s pumping faster.

Ne’re must thou hunger. Indeed, what is absolved be thy pain.

Even the sky pokes out the cloudy rain.

Freedom’s a sight for sore eyes, whilst abundant in bloodline, it seems as though it’s never yours.

Bitter your love enchains you in a dungeon stuck down on all floors.

While you’re the sight for sore eyes, I’m over you, then like the wind, hither thy come!

My blackened heart found never the warmth, in the cold, as well become numb.