#poem The days are cold, Your cards all fold, But things you think are of pure, pure gold, Then your dreams all falling, The ones you had, Were the worst of all and they brought you down, I wanna hide the truth, Don't wanna shelter you, From the beast inside, There's no where I can hide, No matter what you breed, You still have lots of dreams, This is my kingdom leave, This is my kingdom leave. When the curtains gold, It's the last of all, And the lights fade out on my city's streets, So I dug your grave, At the masquerade, Leaving you 'Oh' ing out at the mess you made. Don't want to let her down but he is hellbound, Though this is for you, Don't wanna' hide that truth, No matter what you breed, He is just full of greed. This is my kingdom come, This is my kingdom come, He says it's what you make, I say it's up to fait, It's woven in his soul, He's gonna let you go, His eyes shine so bright, You wanna save the light, I can't escape this mess, unless he shows you how! {To no-one imperticular. Just wanting to write this!}