Paper Crown King

Funny... How silence Can sound like a confession. You spoke in silver Soft and slow Half-lit rooms Where truths don’t show Every answer Bent just right A mirror turned Away from light They drank your smoke And called it wise But I stayed long I watched your eyes Behind the music Underneath I saw the strings Between your teeth You said pressure Makes diamonds shine But pressure Also bends the mind You called it love You called it care While all the air Left the room Paper crown Paper crown king Ruler of the perfect lie Paper crown Paper crown king A shadow Dressed in white Truth hurts once Silence bleeds forever Paper crown Paper crown king You never held us Together Velvet gloves Around control Earned trust With a hidden toll Perhaps you never Heard the sound Of every truth You buried down You thought the dark Would keep us safe But doubt moves slowly Through the veins A wound can close Beneath the sun Suspicion stays When truth won’t come You wanted someone Who understood Then punished every hand That could You feared the blame You feared the fall So power answered Every call You wore your wounds With such precision Turned sympathy Into ammunition Learned each fracture Line by line Then used them In your next design Paper crown Paper crown king Ruler of the perfect lie Paper crown Paper crown king A shadow Dressed in white Truth hurts once Silence bleeds forever Paper crown Paper crown king You never held us Together Perhaps it never Started cruel Perhaps your fear Just made the rules But fear left driving For too long Can turn a touch Into a loaded gun Are you listening? Little fractures Crack foundations Quiet omissions Rewrite conversations You said honesty Destroys people No... uncertainty does Lying awake Translating static Trying to find What was never there Was I hearing music... Or only learning How to disappear? Paper crown Paper crown king You cannot call this love Paper crown Paper crown king When there is No air left I’m not angry At the shadows I’m angry At the masquerade Paper crown Paper crown king Now the truth Is in the walls And when the curtains Finally open I won’t need revenge At all Truth has a way Of finding voices Of echoing Through every hall I loved the music While it lasted... I just never knew I was the instrument.