wasting away on my crumpled bed a bed that's seen better nights a face that's seen better fights and yet i lie here rotting the heiroglyphics on the wall say it all until they're sandblasted away spray cans rust for one more day and they still don't know who i am kings of the world, the three kings of a town vowing alliance till death words spoken by a younger breath at 18 I've given up my crown nights of broken desperation, nights I had to run the world is a fist, i never got caught still in search of the release i once sought, so I changed my tag from Angel to Lost so here I lie, dazed from apathy in my crumpled bed I never started the war I never did what I said where will redemption find me, one of the once crowned kings of the street, the battle-scarred pavement warrior, sometimes I pray we'll never meet I've fallen from my 4-story throne my Angel was not there to lift me up so i fell from my highest, most sacred altar right into the back of a dump truck is this how the Kings of Isreal fell? did they suffer this much pain? my throne sits empty, dark and lonely now except for Angel, Sewer, and Lost, once my tag, now my stain my bedroom light begins to fade I still try to fight sleep my heart is weary, once valiant in my own defiance now sinking in their waters, so black and deep and so the eyes flutter and shut I truly believe I have been blessed my crown will be passed down to another noble warrior, bleach blonde-tressed I smile in my sleep aware of the new day and the peace it will bring for i have Faith and I will Pray
Reason for writing:
this is my life story. mine was a violent soul for so long, and i found my solace in graffiti, and petty crime. i became king. but i was still not at peace with myself, so i prayed for it. little did i know it was my empire in exchange for peace of mind. but in the end, it was a worthy trade.
Birth sign: Gemini
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