Stabbed by a Kiss

The way it creeped was rare but I know its kind

The ones that walk slow and simply bat their eyes

The ones that appear naive but are mighty wise

They will never stand alone and will always take a side

They are the fillers of the land

the beauty behind the fan

a person begging for a chance but will never lift a hand

A pawn

A puppet

An evil twisted spirit

Who defiles the different and worships the crickets

But who am I to down play a master of the game

for you enjoyed the show that sadly gave you fame

so while you sit in your room thinking about your play

 was it neccesary just to make the gang?

Deep down you regret it

you know you did injustice

but what's done is done, so shoo be gone, don't make a ruckus

But at night when you lay asleep

don't forget about me

the soul that tried to guide you 

The soul you took as weak

The soul you lied on

the soul you prayed upon

A godly spirit, meant to cherish, that you just made a fun.