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
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