A king with all of the wealth in the world
All of the power and might
But with empty seats at his meeting table
No servants grooming his silk horses at the stables
All chefs have left the kitchens and butchery
Imperial carpets are void of eyes in awe
Jewels lay incased with keys in their locks
No threat of skinny pickpocket in fingers
Nor mastermind thieves loitering by the tall pillars
The king pleads.. Oh assassin, just pick me!
And his voice echoes back, in the same high note of desperation, growing ever faint into the wallowing air.
He has the prestige and gems, but an empty heir.
The assassin is not interested in the arrogant ruler of fools gold.
The pain of thought would have diminished as the excess scent of incense blows away, leaving the gentle aroma behind.
Instead, I have now tainted my feet and must allow it to heal, as well as to let my hardened tongue to soften and stop oozing the puss of angst and pride.
my nose is caught high on a hook, I’m a display of arrogance and humiliation.
I’ve exhausted my soul of proper recompense, I can only move on to tell myself the tall tale of my belligerence.
Complaining leads to further damnation
It’s when the thorns outgrow and envelope the rose of patience and light.
Taking away the sweet fragrance of forbearance and experience, further expelling the ungrown seeds of wisdom.
Had I been patient and silent, I wouldnt have burned my feet on a road of hot black asphalt, only to find a thorny dead end.
Sometimes, we take our privilege to such an extent that it destroys us.
Your loss is my gain
and that is my aim.
Because all I desire
is your eternal pain
For you to be dragged as I will be
and be mocked as you mocked
and laughed at as you laughed
I’ll be so happy
as I value my pride
so be my ride
for I’ve gone through great lengths
to make this last long stride
You are my abode
be my slave
dont be afraid
show me you’re brave
I am your friend
I am sincere
in every lie
to make you cry
and fester in hate
For your torment is my bliss
and your obedience is my wish
to fall for arrogance
and make gold your death-wish
if only we can lead our lives with our hearts and eyes
instead of throwing fake poses and walking with our noses up high
thinking only of ourselves and falling into vice,
forgetting the meaning of life and how to sacrifice
there is a cure and it’s not magic
nor is it obscure or hiding something tragic
it’s to accept the pain that as humans we gain
and forgive our weaknesses that lead us to shame
to move on and ignore the count of numbers
to be free so we can lie back into euphoric slumbers
and remember that there is nothing more dearer
than smiling into a cracked mirror
and watching the world reflect back