Bliss ✔

For King & Country

The prisoners couldn’t feel the pain

in their jaw from trying to chew the rocky bread,

They disregarded the burns from the desert sand they couldn’t feel

And shrugged at the screams they couldn’t hear.

They only saw their hallucinations and considered them reality.

They heard laughter, felt silk clothing,

ate the tenderest filet mignon and finest caviar,

In their “reality” they toasted their master,

the handsome prince with thick black hair,

Pearl white smile, and tall stature.

How blind they were.

Their “prince” had fangs, a pointed tongue, and slithered around the earth,

His large eyes looking for others to bring into his lair.

His breath didn’t smell like Trident gum,

but rather like burning flesh.

The prisoners worshipped their prince,

ignorant of the world beyond their cells,

While the prince laughed with cruel joy.

Boom, Boom, Boom! The drums rang.

The prisoners saw a flash of their true cells.

The prince made them return.

Boom, Boom, Boom! “Freedom is near, mates!”

The two knights rode on their steeds,

Their armor shining brighter than a dozen spotlights.

The prince only frowned,

the serpent revealed his fangs in an attempt to scare off the knights.

The knights rode harder, their swords prepared for battle.

“For King and Country!” they cried.

They pointed their swords towards the heart of the snake,

But he scattered away before he could feel the cold shock of a blade.

The knights burst into the prison cell

and banged their drums in triumph.

Boom! Boom! Boom! “Open your eyes!”

The silk, the caviar, the pearly smile faded away,

and all felt the piercing burns, the gnawing stomach,

and the rawness of their throats from their screeching,

And they all saw the open prison door.

A/N: I had to write a poem about musicians in my creative writing class, so I chose For King & Country. You should totally check them out ;)