Cradle for a King

Everyone sees through you
How do you sleep at night
Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light
Eyes that bulge apathetically
From your engorged yet empty head
Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight
Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs
Become hauntingly
Disturbingly
And loudly chanted hymns

Frozen-hearted martyr-maker
What keeps you safe and warm at night
A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
Dyed and colored with the blood
That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
Admit it
You get off more when they are fighting to escape

And what holds you up there
High above the rest of us
Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head
The posts of your bed carved
From the bleached bones of your dead
The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they she'd
This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious
Is this where dignity lies awake
In a cradle fit for a king

Frozen-hearted martyr-maker
What keeps you safe and warm at night
A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
Dyed and colored with the blood
That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
Admit it
You get off more when they are fighting to escape

You are not my hero
You're only my sovereign
I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble
Shallow footsteps
Just expected to obey
And even though you're the one that represents all of humanity
You are still only human
The backbone of immortality breaks every time
Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies