Demotion To Concrete Statue

this bent crown is dipped in blood bacause i am immune to the emptiness and the dispair this throne is drenched in sticky misery because i am blind to all that vision creates and decorates it is the evening of the royal ball, and i want the bent rim of life to fall i do not care where the destination of the impact is i think of you, my queen, a distance away in closeness the lights are drawn, but darkness lingers on there once was a time when essence of your presence promoted me period the memory of the depth of each experience causes me to release my burdens when i come down, normalcy returns like the many splendored nothingness i overexert myself while pressing all the buttons to freeze every momentary thought of you perhaps it is not worth it perhaps i should move and just let all thoughts of you perish whatever the case may be, you have a way of driving me crazy darkness lingers on, but the lights stay drawn