Rumor

Am I bleeding the right color?

Is it the right amount?

Want to make sure it’s correct,

Since it’s from all the words you spout

You tell tall tales

And wicked creeping lies

You give sharp looks,

That are chilling but yet confide

You build an ivory tower

So no one can ever reach,

You grip a string of power

Then look down and preach

How can I please you?

So you won’t say my name,

My blood is what I’ll feed you

In hopes that you’ll stay tamed