'What am I suppose to believe,
the half truths of a drunken savior,
or the undoubtable lies of a sober murderer?'
That is what he asks me while I have him tied up.
Tied up with his wicked tongue.
'Believe no one less you be taken the fool'
I tell him in a language that makes me tired,
but seems to give him more strength.
'And what will you have of me, M'lady'
he says with that wicked tongue and cunning smile.
'I arrive at my artistic bliss on a moonbeam of hatred...
you're just a casualty caught in the process....'Tis a tragedy..
We all die you know, some just sooner than others..................'