Thorns His Crown
Dust clouding his space,
Wind carrying his soul,
Away it goes!
Hostage of the past.
He is too close to the source
Almost touching the sun,
The heat is what he needs,
Pain is the ice he lives in.
Misery in and out of his zone,
It's the solace that comforts,
The friend always in deed
Sadness is his happiness.
Pulling him in,
Galaxies of memories,
Planets that are too far from them,
"Misery,Myself and I!" He thinks
Still fighting with peace,
Pushing him close to destruction,
The doors of diamonds lock him in the cave with his demons,
His walls built from imagination.
His shell won't break or melt,
His past shackled on this ankle,
His hands washed off by tears,
His eyes closed by his shadow.
He can't conquer his past,
He can't leave his shadow behind,
He is trapped in the throne.
With thorns as his crown.
Wind carrying his soul,
Away it goes!
Hostage of the past.
He is too close to the source
Almost touching the sun,
The heat is what he needs,
Pain is the ice he lives in.
Misery in and out of his zone,
It's the solace that comforts,
The friend always in deed
Sadness is his happiness.
Pulling him in,
Galaxies of memories,
Planets that are too far from them,
"Misery,Myself and I!" He thinks
Still fighting with peace,
Pushing him close to destruction,
The doors of diamonds lock him in the cave with his demons,
His walls built from imagination.
His shell won't break or melt,
His past shackled on this ankle,
His hands washed off by tears,
His eyes closed by his shadow.
He can't conquer his past,
He can't leave his shadow behind,
He is trapped in the throne.
With thorns as his crown.
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