Watcher,
Watch her bleeding eyes,
Blind enough to end a life
Underneath a blue tint hides
Wise enough to question why.
Old Messiah Lord of Time.
Youthful passionate piercing stare
I think, you think, I think best.
Be my friend, I’ll find the faults,
Push me away, attentive now obsessed,
Leave me. Lonely. Left with all my hurt.
Dead Prophet King of Dirt.