The king of an empty world.There was a place that we went downMore Like This
We put on these little crowns
We made up these little worlds
But you just let them burn
Do you go there anymore
Or am I still alone
I try on the broken crown
It makes me smile and nearly drown
I fake a smile everyday
So people will stay away
They might try and make me move
Remove thoughts taut and old
You always bring me to tears
Questions hanging in the air
There was a life we made with care
Someone please release me
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Awake, in between days, fevered and trembling
she waits for the dawn with her eyes open, not trusting sleep.
The nightmare: at first, strange caterpillars that devoured
her memories of leaves, then formed chrysalises in her sadness,
and emerged as if from the mind of Kafka!
Their horrific Metamorphosis
she had awoken to find a burning butterfly
resting on the bridge of her nose;
its wings spread open.
Later, the doctors
called it the malar rash.
The sunlight made it.
She still enjoys the ghostly light
from distant suns, the stars.
The celestial caterpillars
that eat their own flesh!
In their brief chrysalises they
drown the galaxies
in effused light, in clouds of
the creature which emerges
hungers for the
She would like to think that
even Midas, with his luminous touch,
envied the stars.