Think to yourself out loud
whispering threatening
you sit on an un-earned throne
point your finger at me
tell me no and that i am nothing
have your demons grasp
me at the waist and pull
drag me down to your chamber
you try to kill me you try to hurt
you inflict your wounds with words
and call your king
to pierce me with his blade
but my skin has grown into leather
you cannot penetrate me anymore
shove me down the hole
drive another nail
into my coffin
you are to blind to see that i
have vacated my grave long ago
in choice of a better life
you can kill the visions you have
but i will forever live without you
apart from the kingdom of hate
that you have built up
now go brood in your chamber
its walls thick with my blood
taste it like you did before
think to yourself out loud
how did he survive
i must have killed him
how did his will live
i must have killed
i must have killed
him......
 
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