Poems Written by Kings - The Psyke Project

Do what you want,

My life is in your hands.

Do me dead now,

So you can be satisfied.

My blood your blood

My blood your blood

My feet bleeds now,

Splintered glass fills the room.

Look what you have done,

Are you now satisfied.

My blood your blood

My blood your blood

Once we were proud.

Once we were kings.

Now we run for cover,

And look for shelter.