I sit on a throne of miseries
with a crown of broken dreams
my heart has been crying
but none can hear the screams
and my head is a battlefield
where memories from past collide
waiting for the day to be healed
pleading riddance of the odious snide.
My heart’s a lonely king
ruling a kingdom of pain
my faults are all my subjects
howling more than I can sustain
and the time seems so slow
its near stagnation for me
leaving me incapacitated
as my soul rages to be free.
Though it does so to no avail
my thoughts slowly turning insane
and I sit on my throne with angst
whilst my mind sings praises of disdain.