The Golden boy shines above the family tree
He who shall bring honor to the house, they say
but the golden boy stood still on the botom of the sea
lost in his own thoughs and memories
Looking how the world destroys itself
Without helping, just saying
That the world is falling apart
but him, concentrated on his etenernal redemption
Lost in time, hearing nothing at all
The golden boy, with knowledge and wisdom beyond this world
drowned in a pool of words
The true knowledge would never be found out.
So then the golden boy shine with false identity
Everyone waiting the best of him...
But him?
He just wanted to be free.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
So he went and went, the mid time king
With his face on the road and his mind on the wind
When the crows started to sing
He declined the wisdom of his mind.
His long path way out of being completed
With his eyes and mind closed
The crows undefeated
Started to poison his mind from time to time
So then he shall be remembered
As the king of crimes.
And there it goes, the mid time king in his endless pride
Remembered by his devotion of the day but his slothful soul at night
Puppet of the ravens and his own mind
So then the time came when he have to fight to death with his own envy
He fought day and night
Himself and his envy on a dance of swords
He, weaker than his envy, lost the grip of the fight, drowned by his pride.
So then the proud king killed himself. Ending the fight of his mind
And ending the story of the unkind.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC