The Kingdom

Your senses are blinded by your thoughts
And you can’t run ahead
You’re thinking too straight for me, Hamlet
And I had mistaken you for a Prince
Because you wear the crown
On that vacantly subdued head
Your causes are no excuse
For the reaction you are about to receive
And I had loved you once
When I lived on my knees
When I scrubbed your Kingdom clean
With a cloth of misery
And a bucket of soapy discontent
As I wasn’t able to see
And though I only have one scent
My pleasures still belong to me
Still, like the face that you have learned to make
When you now look at me
Wearing your crown, the heavy one,
My foot placed on your cheek
And like the kiss that killed the enemy
Stab the remaining piece that broke away from me
Into your now vengeful heart.
Now, you will no longer stare at me
For I have ridden you of all your senses
To drive yourself mad with the thoughts you now have
As I remain a Queen.
Live and let die
Die and then cry
The King has killed his Queen
And I still sit in the solitude of my thoughts
Believing in her dream.