There is no space for you in this regime
I had thought once and for all that I might truly be queen
but now I am forced to share my throne with a beast
now only the silence meets my screams
it sits me down for a meal that I must eat
my throne at the end of the table no longer my seat
the hand of night seldom brings
the rest and beauty of the now lost dream
my mind is only sieged in sleep
nothing I say will bring me peace
saving, no longer, can be decreed
not as long as you can speak
and as I weep
for your feet are those of a thief
yet you are not the one to flee
you have made your story one to believe
no, no, you are not welcome in this regime
there is only one crown and only one queen
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
There is no space for you in this regime
I had thought once and for all that I might truly be queen
but now I am forced to share my throne with a beast
now only the silence meets my screams
it sits me down for a meal that I must eat
my throne at the end of the table no longer my seat
the hand of night seldom brings
the rest and beauty of the now lost dream
my mind is only sieged in sleep
nothing I say will bring me peace
saving, no longer, can be decreed
not as long as you can speak
and as I weep
for your feet are those of a thief
yet you are not the one to flee
you have made your story one to believe
no, no, you are not welcome in this regime
there is only one crown and only one queen
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