The King of Pain
By GeniusMonkey
I have no wealth nor a throne
I can't give you the stars or the moon,
But I can give you my love so true
Yet in return, you made me blue.
So I took the dagger to stab my heart
Until such pieces are torn apart
Will I live to die a miserable death?
If so, let me be a king on this earth.
My wish granted as my eyes opened,
My heart broken but now hardened
I never wanted to live my life in vain,
So I lived to become the king of pain.
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Poems of a Miserable Heart
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