We are kings of empty castles
We sit on broken thrones
Our thrones are filled with promises
to everyone we know
The rooms are filled with secrets
We dare not tell a soul
If we ever venture in
The rooms will eat us whole
We built the walls up strong
And made sure they were tall
Sometimes we stand up at the top
We pray to God we'll fall
We think we should cry out for help
there must be someone to tell
But it always seems much easier
To be alone inside this hell
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
We are kings of empty castles
We sit on broken thrones
Our thrones are filled with promises
to everyone we know
The rooms are filled with secrets
We dare not tell a soul
If we ever venture in
The rooms will eat us whole
We built the walls up strong
And made sure they were tall
Sometimes we stand up at the top
We pray to God we'll fall
We think we should cry out for help
there must be someone to tell
But it always seems much easier
To be alone inside this hell
I can't decide if I should add more. I'm honestly not much of a writer, but this popped into my head today.
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