The emptiness is real,
The destruction of my own heart,
Ripped and played with.
Heartless at best,
It's easier not to feel pain.
Without heart,
Comes a price,
In which paid with prison sentences.
Judge by hells best,
Satin.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
