I'll be no one's queen, for I am not even in control of myself. My thoughts run wild, rampaging the streets of my mind, leaving bloody, mangled corpses once known to be my sanity. My heart, once a chamber of gold, now lay empty, the treasure inside stolen by thieves that I couldn't...wouldn't stop. My soul sit blackened, without happiness and filled with despair. How could I be queen? How could I lead at all? I am filled with nothing but darkness, the light which once brightened my eyes now gone, snuffed out by the ever present darkness which surrounds me.
The crown, if any, that would sit on my head would be one of lies, further adding to the impossible weight of my facade. I don't want a crown if it's made of lies. I'd rather stay in the streets, broken and confused, than under the lure of false truths.
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The Feelings Which Flow Through Me
RandomThe feelings that I have felt, the feelings which I buried have come bursting forth. Breaking to the surface. This is for me. This is my quick release valve.
