Thinking.
Sitting.
With my hand on my right cheek.
With my feet on a freak.

Queen.
Unforeseen.
Feeling alone and ice cold.
On the uncomfortable throne.

Waiting.
Suffocating.
The one I can call king.
The loneliness inside.

Seeing.
Hearing.
Suffering of my people.
Screams in fear of the lethal pain.

Feeling
Kneeling.
The smooth and soft skin.
Under the mighty crown.

Sleeping.
Keeping.
With pain and fear.
The stone I call a heart.

Torturing.
Smiling.
Until death ends it all.
When causing agony.

Vessel
Devil.
Of my victims tears.
They call me the Queen with the black crown.