looked straight from afar then stared at the ground

the blood in the veins trips the heart and the days

not long ago it seemed promising, but it's changed

now it's all passed but the ghosts and the laughs

and the remnants of this all

dismissed by the lack of an honest reply

the truth rips it bare and exposes, denies

what little there was became faded and bound

the rains from the heavens never reached... the brittle ground

crawl back home and smile again

smile like a madman

look in here and fear again

afraid of these ruins

at the end of the long, dark room

he sits alone and envisions the distant ruins

he smiles and hides his face

he's king again