Hail to my King
but only I bow the lowest.
Only is it, I, that bows the longest
and with all my faith, loyalty and love.

What do I get in return?
Maybe, perhaps, on his good days
a look of acknowledgment
for all my time of dedication.

Hail to my King
his brilliance will cast you under
his smile will have you hypnotized.
Alas, I still wait
pray
beg
for his attention.

Up there he stands
on the pedestal I made for him.
Basking in the glory I shower him with,
he has no idea.

Hail to my King
No. actually, don't.
He is my King.
My King with no crown
he is ordinary, like you and me.

Do not hail my King
he will love you, he will steal your heart.
Then, he will hurt you, ruthlessly.
Unknowingly.

And that, there...is the worst pain
and still I hail him.
I hail My King
with all my faith, loyalty and love.

Hail to my King
and to him I shall return.

Lips slightly parted like two mountains
forever separated by a deep valley
As you bring the cancer stick to your
lips with such grace it almost beautiful
But really what beauty is there in a slow
self-destruction?

Deep breaths of air mixed with
tragic suicide enters your lungs,
A breath of escape or relaxation is
what you call it; a breath of death is the reality.

Breathing out, the smoke escapes your
lungs in strings of grey like the clouds in the sky,

Dissipating leaving no trace of the destruction it caused.

She* came in like a storm.
She broke the norm, She didn't conform.
She made the dying world,
More alive than ever, it was.
And then, as swiftly as She came,
She was gone.

Your cover is hard, your spine is broken
and all of your pages are torn
Your corners are folded, your text is stained
but my heart felt as if there was more

I stood on my toes and reached for you,
struggling to extend to the highest shelf
The tips of my fingers grazed your grey board binding,
the excess paper and rags created to embody your whole self

All you've known are the footsteps and whispers
of strangers who have passed you by
refusing to give your tattered leaves
a chance to peel open their sealed minds

In my possession you are beautiful,
full of wonder and infinite pleasure
I'll envelop myself in every one of your pages
like a pirate admires every piece of his treasure