The king
So rightfully perched upon his throne
Beset by lies
Right
Left
And fucking center
All he wanted was his queen
Now even she lay waist
to the havoc he's raught
He keeps trying to mend it
Only bashing in more nails
by the dawn of each day
Nothing but time can heal now
Yet I feel I'm running out of it
Hopefully she still brandishes his ring
One he shaped
not really knowing how
The only thing he can now hope
she holds dear
He longs for her touch
Her smile
More so for her voice
That's all he needs
Still he smiles
Even so forced
Still thinking of her
By his side
I can't wait to see her again
Holding her dear
Never letting go again
