The Broken King
The broken king...
Move on with the pain
Keep scars as a lesson
It may drive me insane
it only take seconds for a life to disappear
yet there’s billions in this earth
is what they say, really sincere
I’ve cried for days
and suffered for years
and yet here i am
all lonely in tears
I try to conquer my fears
and yet i cover my ears
to the evil sounds of the people
even my peers
This is very cruel and for that i accept it
i am myself
and for that, i’ll never forget it
Make way for the king
the all so broken king
Who sits on a throne made of broken things
My heart and my life
the struggle and the strife
Yet here i stand in this cruel world
to struggle and survive
I regret many things it’s almost my life and here i am
still myself and ALIVE
Copyright © Kurosaki Kazekawa | Year Posted 2015
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