Too many problems.
To make it go away,
the closing of two eyes.
Imaginations twists and turns.
Colors blend to grey.
Pain throbs on the thought of my wake.
A silver castle, crumbles.
With every breath I take.
Nothing is left to hold back the monster.
I can't wish it away.
The clouds turn to fire, that begins to fall.
Chooses it's victums.
For one and all.
Acid rain pours thoughout the land.
The sun and moon battle for full control.
I hear screams of thousands.
Anguish, pain, hurt burns at my soul.
All the King's horses emerge from grass.
And all the Queen's men develope from soil and dust.
Off with your head!
So much for loyal and trust.
"Long live the Queen,"
You say?
What about tomorrows distruction?
So much for a beautiful day.
