I am a king of honor
gold and glory
but every king must also die.
What is this glory?
I know I've torn and taken life.
Here I stand exposed
a small and simple man.
Who would trade his/her
karma for this kingdom.
A sacrificial rite to render truth
Emotional fire in my soul
rejects my wisdom.
Because all you do in life
comes back to you in time.
I am a king in crisis
counting minutes
there is an ending to my reign
my sins have come to face me
I can feel it
that I have lived my life in vain
and now I know I'll reap
the seeds I've sown
Am I mad?
I feel so void and cold.
Who can tell?
Who holds the stories unfold?
tired and trembling?
I am descending?
Will I have to stay here,
Under Grey Skies
Never to live life again?
Now I bring down this fortress
and swallow my pride.
Don't break in moments of ignorance.
Existence will capture a spark of life.
(Just a fragment)
Is it all I need to revive?
©infj-loki
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