King

He looks in a distance at hopes of seeing memories of realities that seem archaic
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare all of the casualties lie in there
The bruises of her heart caused from the pain in her thighs are in his eyes
He hates the beast within him that he cannot control
He knows that there is something deeper in him that can tame the monster
Only he doesn’t know how to reach it
He listens for it when he makes her moan
His pride feels for it with every stride
His nose is tingled by its presence when she starts to cry
He can almost taste it when he sees how good he can be
But he is scared of the strong that it possesses
He counters it with weakness and slowly the strength begins to die
He looks in a distance at hopes of seeing memories of realities that seem archaic
Even generic because they are so far gone out of his grasp that he clings to thin air
In his stare I can see a King sleeps in there…