What is being lost when all I try with my attempts to gain
Its as simple as a cough as I try to find the remedy for my pain
What do you see when I pill off the blood in my skin
Do I complain
Or whatever I speak of has no purpose or foundation
Like a lion without his Maine
Am I no longer a king in your eyes can you see pass doubt
Or distortion of fame.
When did you crown me the maineless king.
As if all of my days of practicing my roar was nothing to attain
Am I a game. Would you play me with every word that I've displayed, should I be ashame of being real and expressing what I feel.
But inevitably nothing remains
The sameness always to be changed.
Have i Iost? Is it game over am I done for.
Even as a tank. Maybe I should choose a plane, so that this crash landing, my non existance may bring peace to the plains.
©pluto_
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