Two Heads Sown into One Heart with Teeth in the Seams

The ring on the finger is weighed down cracking from the pressure of the heavy jewels upon which it had been encased the king sits upon a throne upon a throat that is being constricted tightly and ever so tightly it closes... wish the room was like a lung that breathed in heat I wish it could grow warmer and more assuring more comforting and the sirens scream down and up and down through my shit town and my opinions mean nothing just a bunch of hollow words which so hollowly ring and echo into an empty hall where friends used to walk down but now not even a phantom is kicking up the dust or throwing bricks so terrified and alone the king on his throne held aloft with the aid of his inflated sense of self worth he conjures up everything awful and everything we are forced to simply swallow and I will not be left alone much longer I will join you soon and I will not be lifted up any longer and I will join you soon and I will not be writing my bullshit much longer praise the lord I'll be joining you soon and I will not be clocking in tomorrow thank god I'll be joining you soon