O white knight with your black heart
there’s a scab on the foot of your horse
And the rust from your sword
is staining your armor.
Shut down your visor
your eyes are as blue as your veins
that snake their way up your arms.
There’s a chill in them. I freeze.
O white knight with your black black heart
don’t whisper falsities and fallacies and lies
Your song is tuneless to the trained ears.
Your lips may move but there’s silence.
There was a trap that you named loved
I skipped over it, rebounded, fell right in
But gravity knows not sides to take.
You fell in the one I set for you.