Professional Beggar

i've entered my own gates structures,
built with my own two hands.
hands that once folded reverently
now push away the past.
persuade me but i've held that cup for much too long. convince me but i can only hear your shallow words x
so beautiful?
so long...
once i cried.
nothing left in the over flowing cup.
once i bled,
sards in my hand.
once i learned,
i knew one hundred times over,
you threw the first stone, eyes shot...
i only heard it coming
and i've felt fear,
but none like i felt from you.
betrayed by my father, my brother.
two in one, or so they said.
oh brother theodore i've seen your name in lights
and now i surrender.