My life, a tragic
kingdom
Is crumbled into
dust.
My eyes, so full of
steel and pain
Are sure about to
rust.
My mind, a fucked up parody
Of what it used to
be.
My body like a broken
toy
All of this is me.
And here I stand alone
again
A fortress hard with
time.
With only cracks and
broken glass
To assure me you were
mine.
Only now the ways are
different
From what they used
to be.
The roles that we
once held so close
Are but a memory.
Where once I was the
galliant queen
Now I am the castle.
Lying in my careless
state
Because I wasn’t
worth the hassle.
When the wind and
rain and bitter snow
Once again come near
It is without
protection I must stand
In all my stately
fear.
And when my stone façade
decides to cave
And I am a hill of
sand
Perhaps my king shall
return at last
To hold me in his
hand.
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