Young Fool

You're living in sin.
You'll pay this price eventually.
You've got nothing to lose? You've got nothing to prove.
Sincerest apologies, but I'll frighten you out of this.
Don't cry, young fool.
Young fool, that's the rule.
We can't allow you to quiver,
Allow them to shiver,
To let the fear in their bellies sleep and swell,
To lock your emotions to motions that grasp,
To condemn everything by your actions to hell,
To grip and to strangle, to love that last gasp.
Young fool.
Superior, inferior, hands held high and eyes downcast.
You should have known this couldn't last.
The answer is in there, you stare down the barrel,
The gun may not fire, but your sword's for hire -
Not anymore. Not anymore.
Shoulder blades sharpened like knives,
And knives in your eyes,
Shooting daggers,
Loving lives.
You'll pay this price eventually,
Young fool.