《The Poetry Collection》Queen of Man

Advertisement

Host me on your throne

Seats covered in red velvet

Let me be the queen who

I know I'm supposed to be

As I carry your sword into

Every battle you pick for me

Because I have nothing left

Rusted nails onto gold wrists

Fill in the cracks of my life

With your blood and tears

Cry your salt into my wounds

And I'll try my best to listen

But I battle against soldiers

Stronger than you'll know

It'll be your funeral on

This field of coal-mined lust

And no diamonds in this mine

To adorn on my fingers

When there's nothing left

You cannot cage a queen

Who spits blood on kings

    people are reading<The Poetry Collection>
      Close message
      Advertisement
      You may like
      You can access <East Tale> through any of the following apps you have installed
      5800Coins for Signup,580 Coins daily.
      Update the hottest novels in time! Subscribe to push to read! Accurate recommendation from massive library!
      2 Then Click【Add To Home Screen】
      1Click