Saturday, 4 December 2010

You made me your Queen.
Then stole my wretched crown.
And dashed it onto the rocks.
Along with your worthless life.

But a Queen without a crown is still a Queen.
And this is my kingdom now.
A hard place where the furrows of my soul are ploughed by pain.
But it is my pain.
And my place.
Here you cannot touch me.