Lord of the Manor

The pain sets in as does the hate
The epiphany it's running late
The doctor says the light is near
But no where near is anyone dear
The morphine kick with the blast of air
The night sweats over the cold terror
The death of a lord in his own right
The death of a lonely man tonight

His storm cloud rains the salty tears
It's this dark night that he faced his fears
The lord of the manor lost to his love
For a lady of no one below or above
Especially not he for he is damned
To love and lose and love again
The cycle of death that fills his heart
And left his mind to be fairly far

So the morphine kicked as the pain sunk in
Despite the high he still felt dead
The life of this lonely man so dear
Is one that you can't watch without tears
Either his or yours or the ones that he makes
As his bitter mood seeps out of his place
A place vacant and empty but filled
With a mass of pain and anger and will

But he's not a saint but a monster indeed
A monster he slung out for free
This creature of his darkest mind
Is the one the rules this time
That sits on the throne and throws his weight
The lord of the manor is a little late
He can't contain this beast indeed
For the beast is now him and he is now weak