The Broken King

I’m no messiah
The We’s dead and gone with no revival,
Addicted to every drop of the poison that drips from your Saliva,
trapped by the denial of…


The issues goliath,
why you bothering me? Let me decay in my throne of disgrace atop of the Himalayas
Casting jagged stones of hate into the window pane of my translucent home
Shattered mental pieces litter the floor,
your heart the bible
my lust the rifle
A fucking male whore
your trust I misplaced
I made the mistake.

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