My tongue bleeds silver as I hold my words

Reign in emotion as cattle


I am a verbal assassin

The weak flee from my wit, sharp as the blade

My mind far quicker than the eye

Machinations lost in the seconds past

Assess your own movements

Careful not to lose your place in the shuffle

Hearts and souls vie for power

Fight amongst yourselves so that I may take control

But only while dreaming

For I have never held more than a common thief