My name is pawn,
call me squared death, all that is - I was.
64 ways to turn but
all I own is 1 path of destruction my execution is here.
Am I composed of
light or am I a product in the dark? What does it matter once I’m
dead?
I refuse to go down
easy so in passing, I reached out for you and took you down with me.
I now own your
castle your land and that horse but this does not make me your queen.
Why must I settle
for less? All I wanted in this life is a king of my own
Not the thrown or
the glory but to be the only one.
I know now he loved
her best with her name he spoke in his final breath.
Please help me find
where it is I bleed from.
I’m fading from
the grace I have fallen, I’m all in.
With no safety net
to catch me caught in time.
I have nowhere to
turn, without placing my back to my king.
Speak not of
abandoning my soul in search of salvation.
These relationships
bind our core of human existence.
Stand aside or bring
me my knight in shining armor
The system has
failed me stepping over my dying corpse
Where is my bishop
now? Please hear my last confession.
Taught not to
question but why has this chain lost its link?
Divided into four
pieces of my broken heart
Maybe I ought not to
think of this as a token of my life
A cluster wife on a
wing should protect her king
Might I find
herself noble and higher than the kite?
Entangled the
entitled string caught on a rook.
Why am I alone your
isolated pawn?
Sequestered on a
lily of the pond, with any hope gone.
Influenced by the
greater cause but am I not alive?
Where’s my worth
in the war of my will to survive.
Merely a foot
soldier only to be stepped upon found gone
In the break of
dawn, I wonder where this all went so wrong.
Will you not check
to see if I’m breathing?
Bleeding out, crying
out for reinforcement
You torment my
endearment because you fear it
Compassion is the
only rational reaction when hear it
Will you let me
fall? Does that glory taste so sweet?
Enough to eat my
soul ripped from your clutches
Looking down through
amusement all I fear is all I held so near and dear
A choice made for
me before I ever got here
Label me a pawn of
the king spawn from the Queen
She Stands in front
of thee hardened to the core
Check her mate
because he breathes no more.
