She-Reigns
Oh how it feels. How it hurts. How it’s bittersweet. The cold which exists inside the pain. Inside the suffering amongts her prey. Still month after month, day by day they continue to line up. They preach of strength, absent minds and independence. They speak of a better future. Of a time to come, which will bring sunlight to the skies she clouds. Moments of promise and clarity. But her…she…she reigns supreme. Her throne built strong with a structure complete with past regrets. The defenses reach the mountain tops, the ones i once help bring down. But it came with a price….Now her thrown has my name carved on its back. Yet still, she glides aimlessly through what reality that mind created. Primarily, streets of assumptions and alleys shaped by mistakes. Yet still, she needs it…she wants it…its a craving based solely on attention. Lets bow before the queen of sympathy. For she no longer gets it from me…
