There was once a time when I was the king of the road, until you came that night and threw me off my throne.
Your fickle eyes stalked me like the pale moonlight that dark December night as I entered the room with a bag full of confidence.
But I spilled it all over you, the enchantress whose name remained anonymous.
With your witch’s wand-like finger you cast a spell on me and attacked my sub-consciousness,
My legs failed me and broke like that of a figurine soldier.
Falling to the ground, I choked as tried to spit a plea for help out.
You weren’t going to save me now.
Oh no, you’d rather me kneel and beg for mercy,
Pining silently as I watched you trample over me with your nine inch high heels.
I’d signed the deal with the devil’s daughter, and she was going to sacrifice my heart like the lamb to the slaughter.
I was put under your curse now, and there was no was out of it other than in the back of a hearse.
You were the first to push the king of his perch,
And you were the last to have seen him at his worst.