Rule over me! Curses I throw at you only cut me deeper. You teach me nothing! I hate because of you. Too proud, too stern!

Why must you never acknowledge me yet you hold all out of reach! Such is damned nature. A cruel bitch. 

But I love you mama.

Queenly with kingly madness and yet all that I see in you is infinitely more in me. Curses!

I search for kings in a no mans’ land. Ah hope-

There it is! For I am youthful!

I get drunk on love, drunk on finery. I abase myself in decadence and fatten on power. I lust for love, strength; holiness.

Soon to be overthrown I see the crowd gathering

I curl, bawl, and babbel like a child. I am coddled by darkness of shame so I rise

I step out of my kingdom. A momentary lapse of logic- a sleight of hand? The collective doesn’t hesitate.

They cut at my flesh giddily, proudly with dull and unclean knives. Yet no tears clear my eyes or theirs

I am a good king.