Your King

Disregarding all thought and meaning, yet still compelled to drive.

Flames once danced in a starless night, now frozen tears from my eyes.

A river flowing, endless pool of wonder. A circle of fantasy pulling throughout.

Mind and soul tearing each other, broken puzzle never to be found out.

Entangled shadows cast within. Blinded eyes locked in a stare.

A mindless heart, a heartless mind, never to be a pair.

Left and lonely, silence profound. A child lost, yet not missing.

Destruction from countless nights alone. A cold path and set to be king.

Bow now to your King.

Caressing the passionate fire that bleeds, the flames engulfing my eyes.

Searching forever direction unbound, the truth behind my lies.

Pain overwhelming, fueling the embers, scorching the essence inside.

Ever becoming consumingly empty, the demon that will not die.

Succumb to my will, your will be done, this tyrant I have become.

Laughter surrounding, educing your pain, never more to see the sun.

Power corrupting, controlling your being, the very songs that you sing.

Avert your eyes and convert your soul. Kneel and bare all you bring.

Bow now to you King.

The chambers are empty, alone once again. No one to hear my pleas.

Screams of terror, sightings of demons, fire consuming my dreams.

The candles are burning, the wind is still howling as I lay in my bed.

Fear overtaking, my mind is breaking for I know I will soon be dead.

God is not with me, he left long ago, from whence I turned my back.

Only the demons remain by my side, my soul will they soon attack.

My body is brittle, my mind has withered. I know no one will grieve. 

Destruction became my only passion, now a broken, distorted King.

Now who will bow to the king?