I sit here on my wooden throne
Overlooking my empire of dirt
My table has room for many
But the chairs are empty
The set utensils are covered in fine dust
The knives have begun to rust

The castle was once a fortress
Now it has become a prison
It was once a symbol of triumph
But now it's a reminder of failure
The walls could tell you sounds from the past
They now wait on their king to breathe his last

The silence is deafening
The atmosphere is menacing
The prison is cold
Blamed my poor damned soul
The voices in my head torment me daily
As I overlook my crumbled kingdom... while dying slowly
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