I am the great King Nothing
Under my command are demons of all kinds.
Hollow dreams, lost beliefs, shattered hopes and many more
Everyone that slipped the grip of society.
In my dark canyon on a pile of bleak stone
is my throne of rotting flesh and bursted bone.
Screams of agonized souls hall from every wall
and is silenced by the lunatic trembling thoughts, which come from time to time.
Chained and burning I am strapped to this burden,
the void is grasping and longing for my heart.
The twister of mind and reality, the former oathkeeper,
is screaming in pain, for him its just another way and time to die.
As thousand deaths he died coud do no harm,
but left him a bit bitterer and lonelier this one won't make a difference.
No one has ever found his true core.
For someone might understand him in his selfcreated lunacy.
"RELEASE ME! I CAN'T SHARE THIS GRAVE WITH MY DREAMS!"
His dead dreams and wishes follow him like a hunger,
they're coming to rip his soul apart.
Far too long he came away