Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

The Fall

(D. k.)

Haunted by the glimpse of my mere reflection,
Scarred by the gravity of my calamities.
Bonded by the chains of my aberrations,
Watching my world dematerialize before my eyes.
My spirit is long dead, and the vultures feed rapidly.
Wide awake, but the nightmares turned reality.
Once a King, now dusting cruds of my throne.
Once conquered nations with my head held high,
Now they trample upon my dignity, as my head lay in prone.
Roaming the streets I scorned,
as a drunk, left with nothing.
They have laid waste of my spirit,
Set my soul ablaze,
And my flesh has been left to rotten.
I see their eyes, they stare at my tombstone with such contempt.
Once rained me with praises,
Now they spit at my grave with such detest.
I Keep hearing the voices,
"where is he?" They keep asking.
"Where is he?!!" I cry loudly,
"Where is the KING I WAS?"