I am king of nothing
But still a master indeed
Like a craftman carves his work
I am the epitome
Of my own ghastly misery,
I and I alone am master of this fate.
The weight of my kingdom
Difficult to bear
Is the marker of my making,
And while I lay alone here
Surrounded by my kingsmen
I cannot help but laugh,
That shrill sound
Of nothing but despair -
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
I am king of nothing
But still a master indeed
Like a craftman carves his work
I am the epitome
Of my own ghastly misery,
I and I alone am master of this fate.
The weight of my kingdom
Difficult to bear
Is the marker of my making,
And while I lay alone here
Surrounded by my kingsmen
I cannot help but laugh,
That shrill sound
Of nothing but despair -
