Bubbling,Boiling,
Hot, angry stones,
Settle in my stomach,
I stare up to the throne,
"My Queen!" The crowds chant,
My teeth grind, my mind rants,
Shackled, restrained,
My power is drained,
Yet fury keeps me alive.
Trash is thrown,
Hatred is shown,
Yet I feel sympathy for the mindless sheep,
From the crowds with the serpent Queen,
Let their idiocy and cowardice forever ring,
Ankles bound,
Head forced down,
Surely I await my death.
Die as I might,
Still yet will I fight,
The vile serpent Queen.
My heart is my own,
Even if offered the throne,
I would forever stay true to myself,
My decisions might be wrong,
And my punishment surely long,
But loyal am I to my heart.
The Queen she scowls,
The crowds, they bow.
How fearful they must be,
Her hand raised hi,
Evil shines in her eyes,
I know this must be goodbye.
Good-bye foul world,
And all the hurdles it held,
I have no regrets.
For its better to live, and love, and fall,
Then to never have known true joy at all.
With steady, calm eyes and one final sigh,
I kiss the rushing wind goodbye.
And all is dark.
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I'm going through some really tough times right now. I know it will be easier to join the crowds, but I plan to leave this world with no regrets. After all, life is only temporary. What you do with the temporary time gifted to you should be your choice and yours alone. I'm just taking my choice back.
Good luck with all of your struggles.
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