The Throne
I sit on my throne.
I sit on a throne of pain,
In absolute darkness,
With a void in my heart
Absorbing all light around me.
I sit on a throne of lies,
Good and evil are one and the same
And I feel insane
Fighting the pleasure of losing myself.
I sit on a throne of hate,
Drowning slowly into oblivion
As my soul tries to escape
From this corrupted mind caged in a sinking body.
I sit on a throne of despair,
Embracing the darkness in solitude
I am not alone
For the shadows of my former self still haunt me.
I sit on a throne of evil,
Never to know love
There is no beacon of light to guide me
Out of the labyrinth of forgotten memories.
I am forever lost,
I am forsaken,
Within my own mind.
Abandoned by hope!
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Poems of the fallen
PoetryHave you ever felt imprisoned by your own mind? Have you ever started feeding on your own soul, hoping to achieve the sinister peace of a shallow grave? I feel like that, all the time, slowly sinking in the abyss of forbidden memories, sharp as...
