I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.
Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.
I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.
I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.
Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.
Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.
I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.
I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.
Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.
