a kingdom.

I shall speak the word I am not suppos to speak I shall view the wretched imeges within my brain.


like those creamy green skis I stare at whenever I wake.


you might defiantly think me insane.


but alone at night with these thought I shake.

must I always be so alone


must I live the life of a king


must it be encraved within every bone


for me the bell shall ring


but again, I am alone




I sit beside my rising sun


my servants on my left and right


my wretched wish ; to run


a battle I cannot fight


to the fairest of faces


I escape


where I drown within golden locks


let my head rest upon your lap


let your heart be my rock