Heavy Is the Crown

To your eyes, I might seem half alive
But to me, fiction swirled and wrote my story
-Possibly told allegory
In hindsight, I should have stepped light
But it’s too late
Deception had no meaning— the mask was torn
I charged, for I’m no coward!
But I suppose I failed
I tried to take this hour!
But I suppose I failed
There’s only so much amends can change before boiling over
And all that I’d gained meant nothing to me
For I was left field
Wanting to rid me of her haunting
And nothing real could stop me!
But the faster I’d run
The tighter the fangs of the crest took hold
Wide-eyed and turned around
A stone pound in the chest—denied and downed
But I still wore my crown
When all odds are stacked against me and all courage split
I’ll stand my ground with a prideful prowess
-Heavy is the crown
I thought that I was bleeding virtue
Bakarum, bakarum
But all I ever did was hurt you
Bakarum, bakarum
And as she plays her heart before me?
-Put to sleep by her song
I promised never to desert you…
Bakarum, bakarum!
Still lying to myself
Come join my treasured collection of tales
Beneath the onus upon my height
Was there a sliver of the man I used to be?
Wide-eyed and turned around
A stone pound in the chest—denied and downed
But I still wore my crown
When all odds are stacked against me and all courage split
I’ll stand my ground with a prideful prowess
Heavy, the sucker’s crown