a crown fastened around my head. Flowers. Fake flowers. These beautiful, multicoloured roses, tulips they're wrong dead yet still beautiful. I cannot forget I never would They feel so coarse in my hands. Made of plastic rough, synthetic fabric and ink yet they still feel alive colourful. I cannot forget I never should I'm not a king. I'm a boy with many responsibilities, trapped in a cage he bargained himself into he works for pleasure but not love and now he weeps for his foolishness. But if I put on my crown and I listen to the guitars in the rain feel the rough fabric the beautiful colours and close my eyes and plunge into the multicoloured shadows of my imagination I cannot forget I never could I am king of myself and I always will be []
artwork poetry and music by me @tarnizhed_
