Bad Nights Awaken The Slumbering


I know what you're thinking,
baby,
and I see the blood on your feet and
I know you're not the one
who put it there.
You never meant to
be the big bad wolf
with bad intentions.
You just wanted a forest
big enough to run in and trees tall enough
to watch over you.
You just wanted quiet air and slow rivers,
but they made your
wind chimes sing too loudly
every time, and it's not fair,
my angel.
I know, it's not fair.
They ripped off your crown
and called you a monster
for daring to cry too loudly.
In the end,
with all the things they never say,
it all comes back
to this:
It doesn't matter if they steal the throne;
someone has to be king.

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