Sad King
—————— First entry in a series featuring myself and tribecalledflex ——————
I have everything I could ever ask for Yet, is this it? I’m numb to it all The people The gifts But why is this? The emptiness It fills this throne room I’m numb to it all My kingdom is slipping out of my fingertips Everything I worked for: Gone I can’t let it happen Yet the motivation to move just isn’t there Like a moth to the flame I creep closer to my end The end of my reign? The end of my life? Maybe both I’m numb to it all….
Do I wear this crown or does this crown wear me? What have I become in my ascent into royalty? The descent into destruction Creation of obstruction I guess I’m just fiddling your strings playing with the percussion Do the jesters entertain me or am I the one at center stage? Who’s really the fool? I’m numb to it all
