Let the bloodied crown hit the floor
We all know you can do no more.
Salted red tears of a broken king
who never once heard the angels sing.

Sullied by darkness and stuck in time
your life cut short like Fate's divine twine.
So what shall you do young sir,
better yourself or have your throne usurped?

Pick up your pieces and cut out the past
if you truly wish for your sanity to last.
How could you lie and say you're alright
when it's quite obvious you've grown used to plight.

What kind of world mocks those with tears
acting like their pain hasn't been present for years.
How does your kingdom think of you boy,
now that you've finally let down the ploy.

Do you remember the old fairy tale 
your mother told you so your nightmares would quell?
The one about the boy who lost it all,
thought his towers so soon to fall.

Only to look forward and see past the haze
pick up his ashes like a phoenix when ablaze.
Never thinking the world couldn't be shown light,
despite how many gave up their fight.

How in his darkest hours he found his calling
and set out to fulfill it, never once stalling.
So tell me Broken King, what shall you do?
Find your light or let darkness encompass you?

This choice is yours.
Cure your own sickness or rip out your core.
Shall you doom yourself and your people,
the ones without you are ever so feeble.

Young king, you are nothing but human.
Remember that emotion, show others your acumen.
You wish to fight you say?
When will you start, a year a month or today?

Shattered dreams born from
Broken hearts.
Madness circling like a
Wolf at dark.

Demons searching my
Solemn mind.
Finding things from a
Mundane time.

Memories inside a
Crystal case.
Running through time
Like a one man race.

What is righteous
And what is wrong.
What is just a
Tempting song?

Do you see the
Flowing wind.
How about the
Long lost kin?

You lost yourself to
A darker you.
Stuck in darkness like
Quite a few.

Battered tales and
Forgotten psalms.
The child’s cries that
Never calmed.

Seeking truth but
Finding lies.
Only seeing the
Devil’s guise.

Broken boy of
Cold dry tears.
You’ve been broken
For so many years.

How was hell and
How was grace?
Did you ever see
Your mother’s face?

Stuck in the past
Of a darker time.
The mountain of lies
You try to climb.

What’s thy name
You feeble boy?
Can’t you see your
Satan’s toy?

Lust and greed condemn
Your soul.
Forever forcing you to
Miss your goal.

A rusted crown
On a forlorn head.
Wondering where
Man goes once dead.

Drift off to the
Land of sleep.
Where you never
Again will weep.

Rest your eyes
You tired soul.
You’ve finally paid
The hefty toll.

Escape your mind and
Cleanse your heart.
Fasten your hatred to the wall
At dark.

Follow down the path
Of honey suckles.
See the old you’s
Knees to buckle.

You are born anew
Like a Phoenix when seared.
The demons that haunted you
Now run in fear.

A Jester once but
Now a King.
Awakens with the
Bell that rings.

The dreamland has
Now collapsed.
Let’s see how the
Man reacts, badly perhaps?

No one knows for
He built a wall.
Far taller than any
And all.

What is a dream
And what is real?
The answer is simple
In which do you feel?

Where is the pain that
Once toyed with your mind.
Abandoned in the world
I made for your true self to find.

Now here’s the funny
Part young king.
I am an older you,
Yet with wings.

I’m from a time where
We gave up.
But was given these
Wings and a golden cup.

I was told to find
The forlorn boy.
Show him he’s
Not merely another toy.

I am your angel,
Yet I am you.
We are many,
Yet you are few.