16 June 2012
Here I sit Thorny crown on my brow The coldness of the throne The emptiness of the hall Friendless Spouseless No love for me Only sticks and stones Thrown at me from all angles People fighting Crawling over the dead All to reach me To topple me At the bottom the top looks grand At the top you think again Too much pressure Too much hate Fire burning at the castle wall It won't be long now The next king will be here To rip the crown from my head To place it atop themselves Then they will see what I see They won't like it a bit My advice? Life at the top is shit
Inspired by many, aimed at none! For I loves you all!! ❤
Crown • Opuss № I