Philosopher Kings

Do you remember

The events of this

Past dimension?
We were living

In perfection

Until my love

Tore it open,

And here we

Are broken,

Scarred and choking

On the madness,

You just can’t

Remember my deadly

Kiss, something like

Eternal bliss;

Walking through fire

Hand in hand,

Walking through

Quicksand slowly

Sinking, and I

Can’t help thinking,

Maybe it’s us

Who are really

The Kings.