My feelings played like a fiddle, my heart ripped from my chest, a death like pain at very best, life is confusing, just one big mess, to be formal I would like to address, my withdrawal from this hurtful world, I was poked and prodded by fingers unfurled, pushed to the point of no return, perhaps for my heart to be placed in an urn, perhaps for my feelings to be set ablaze, damaged fierce by the burn, back and fourth I am thrown, into the dark, on a thorny throne, now I sit, in pain and alone, the king of a world, dry to the bone.