O, The Herald
O, The Herald
How you afflict me like a boil
Making my head ache like a drunkard’s on a cold morn
Your words leap and sting, killing all sense of hope
You’re a package of poison, dripping with people’s blood
A gong of propaganda like a male prostitute
Prowling in the night in hunt for a quick squeeze
O, how you crack hearts apart
Wearily, you speak with a single voice
As if you are a one-lipped monster
O, The Herald
How many more tears will you see
Till your ink runs dry?
