he's done it again
as many times, the count is high
he cannot comprehend.
familiarity has become the demon
only he can truly see
it lingers at his touch and in it's work,
it is well pleased.
he never remembers too much
but in their names he finds much rest
they don't have a gripping hold on him,
he locks them in a box.
others tell him of their lonely crates
which leaves his own, to weigh him down
'why must my box
captivate this hopeful broken crown' he thinks.
give me hope in the darkness
that i will see the light,
he heard as he watched his crown fall down
god, must be laughing now.
he returns to his filthy sheets
they hug his body close,
he's lost the keys to his lonely box
'you've been found out'
he hears.
afraid of what will happen next
he reaches for his spare
he's a coward, a liar, and a thief
and will forever sleep in fear
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