O Blossoming King

Untie the knot, then the cord and the hooks in the phone

Just like you, cynical, umbilical cords that you pulled

Break out the outbreak; conceal your vaccine from the earth

Disasters as plastered as drinking the nights, says your curse

 For hate turns to whom such as this that is born from within

 Shake down the mountains, the avalanche soon you’d create

And tear out your hair (built a ruin then watched it all fall)

Downward we spin to colossal nightmares we’ve exhumed

And haunting: not monsters, nor demons, unlike those we’ve sinned

 For hate turns to whom such as this that is born from within

 Unlikely proposals, disposable, just like the moon

Sitting in stalls, still appalled that we took the night’s reign

And king for a crown, for a queen, for the grace of his hand

Nightly, we’re pressed on the pillows of skulls, rested head

 For love turns to stone like the grasp you withheld from your kin

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