suicide king.
not just once
but twice upon a time
there was a king,
who lived at the depths
of his shallow, mind-altering land
and he lived alone,
with no one to pass the crown
a real enigma he is,
who always had the perfect frown
all hail the king!
our dear, suicide king!
who would've thought
that the kind of kingdom he rules
is nothing but a dream?
a real moonstruck he is,
but where's the queen
he used to compare
with the moonlight's beam?
the heaven-sent she,
in the heavens she lives
all hail the queen!
the king's suicide dear!
not just once
but twice upon a time
he watched the kingdom crumble;
as the bell echoes their last chimes.
it once stood tall and often reach the sky
but now poison ivy crawls
upon its ancient cobblestones
and the king cherished the idea
of dying the same way as hers
all hail the royalties!
whom death is their one final kiss
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
