Trifle

The silver burns my tongue
Speaking from such a lower stature
Eating alone at your table
I never failed to feel like a stranger

Never had to say much
Transition between family to martyr
Never said much of anything
Still they stare like they're a victim

Knock again and I'll open the door
I know why you're here
And what you want
It's not me, it's not this

Petty as it may be
I'll never let you have your key, again
As much as you can take from me
The soul is all that I can't give away

But in the end
You could have that too
Never needed a friend
Until I found an enemy in you

Unclean and diseased
I only harbor the hatred
Of life lost to the will
Of complacency

Sons and daughters
Feed off you
Till they need
To bury you