Sir III

If he dies as a result of a decision HE made,
How is it any of my fault, sir?
Why do you say I have blood on my hands,
When my hands are without stain?
Where in my contract does it say I'm responsible
For the decisions of people I cannot control?
Why are you lashing out, when you understood?
Do you think my loyalty will change in the blink of an eyes,
Which is what this is, to the history we have together?
Why do you whip into decay everything I do and say
Because you told me to follow my heart,
And it did not lead me on the path you calculated me on?
You're not around when I cry anymore,
Because neither of us can look at each other
Without some sort of resentment...
You for me leaving and doing what I needed to do,
And me because all of this hurt is because of you.
You don't wipe my tears away, sir, I do...
No one's around to see me like this
And no one should be...
Because your words tear into my soul
And expose the raw flesh and the bone...
And pour on the wound an acid that hurts
More than anything I've ever felt before.
Sir, when I look for you for safety, you are absent,
And when I look for you for permission, you're gone...
So don't make me cry as a result of an action
I could not control, though I tried.
This is definitely the last tear I will cry
As a result of your words being spat in my eye.