I am a King

The observing eyes of celestial's 

Constantly noting my dark endeavors,

Inputting my thoughts lacking rationales.

Their abundance of silver-white feathers.

Oh, they lack desire to harm,

Just to be the maker’s eyes and ears,

But I am not fooled by careful false charm,

Their innermost agendas bring me fears.

I must shield my thoughts and hide my actions,

Or at least until their plot I unearth. 

Simple means to deter uneasy reactions,

Hushing those with scales to measure soul’s worth.

The ethical merit may be lacking,

But they treasure the red thoughts of a king. 

Author's Note

This is based off an actual paranoid fear I have. The painting on the right is a resemblance of my mania.