I Just Can'T Title The Titleless Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore

pacify the scandals with soft cooings in insipid ears
brush away the accusations with false smiles and charm
carry less and less of the weight, stop shouldering the blame

caustic visions of what's to be done with one
so trecherous and conniving and callous as he
hold me in the arms of empowerment, your arms of rage
causes must be met with swords flashing and cannons blasting

partner in the schemes, just a coupla low life schemers
nothing but hip-gangster dreamers
let them wallow, leave them to wallow, just grin and swallow

second looks are over-rated, images too sedated
what do you bring to the table, darling one?
money, like happiness, runs dry, goes flat
where are the ones we used to know, where'd they go?

thread-bare illusions dance in his eyes
everything now's a constant surprise
lived once, o! yes, lived once in those eyes
everything now's tainted by the lies