The King

The King

A Poem by astoundinglyattractive

Who in their right mind would want to be king?
Who in their right mind would want to rule everything?
Pity me,
woe is me;
I guess that makes me crazy.
I guess that makes me king.

Give me a crown as you lay my body in the ground-
I don't know why I even bothered,
you're all worthless, pathetic.
And I'll don these velvet robes at the fork in the road
and lead the child soldiers on the front lines into war.
They'll bleed for me, it's not easy being me;
everything looks different when you're mad.

I bury your hopes, and I'll bury your homes
and you'll still love me though I cannot love,
it's my fate, my sentence.
And I'll raise my arm and charge at your husbands and your sons
and you'll turn your head and look away.
You're all willing participants, supporting the end of it;
strange to think it's me that's mad.

© 2013 astoundinglyattractive


Author's Note

astoundinglyattractive
I'm going to start posting some of my lyrics here as well as my poems. So here you go.

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Added on June 18, 2013
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