King of Nowhere

Shattered crystal heart,

Reassembled with veins of gold.

Turning pain to art,

Revisiting stories already told.

As it beats on a sad, forgotten tune,

Something that has been so old but feels so new

As I clutch this wounded heart,

I don't know where to start

Sitting on a throne I rather not own

Which chips away at my heart as I suffer alone

The shattered crystal heart of golden veins

Beats out one saying again and again,

"I am the king of nowhere,

Of the lands no one cares.

Of the people who were forced to come

Or else they wouldn't dare"

My crystal heart bleeds gold as it beats out like a melancholy drum