Broken Crownz

Volcanic thoughts errupt from a mind, Disturbed by his own.
Blood coursing through his veins,
Similar to They,
Yet,
The difference shows within our actions….

As I’m surrounded by quils,
Paper as my shield,
Ink representing all the tears I’ve spilled,
I swim inside of my vision,
Given the darkest tinge of red…
I accept myself no matter how often I’ve thought of death…
I am king in a land where I’ve been the reject…
But,
Now,
I’m an angel with horns diving into heaven from the deep ends,
Of life…

Where most are afraid to go.
That place where you must face every scar that coerced you to implode.
Into pieces of a character lost within this sick show,
Where we boast through photos telling half truths and gloat,
Within Sunshine only seen in a picture of the past,
While your clouds get low…

So,
I’ve chosen to reign over my emotions.
Show boating while I’m flowing coast to coast in,
An ocean I have poured all across the world as I soak my heart while forgetting to float and…
Immerse myself into,
Myself,
For the innerchild I’ve eloped with.
A run away love with whom I’ve seen as the former!
No longer stuck in a past where I,
Push Me back into that abyss where I was never happy while sober…