I rip past my open wounds
to write about you
said a solemn prayer and
hunt down past ghosts
I swam across seven oceans
just to run from you
But the curse followed me there
and then the castle fell through
I see my nemeses have fled
to the low lands
they forge their origin story
just to invalidate mine
I have gone crazy proving
I am not a crook
just a Machiavelli fan
I have accepted my defeat
I gave up my throne
Truly a shame because
they don't even think of me anymore
So now I watch the losers
while they rally in the east
It is not my corpse but
my misery they feast