Mad Kings Forest

I cried only but one tear in a memory

Be it so empty to fill a glass half full

Sentenced to reminisce how detachment feels

A life given with no guide to moral steps

Look at what toys make this mess

Without no guiding hand of wiser men

How he strays from brighter days

Into the forest of hanging torment

No sun shall hit the dirt or face

What mayhem befalls this baron place

They sway in still breeze

Pulling strings as they please

Come play with our eternal shame

Gamblers throw through snakes eyes they blame

No end to unsealed desecration

Madness with a smile be our only vacation

No sight given before my own eyes

Absent light be veiled in disguise

Followed the rest with promise to be free

Lost be I with no forest seen through trees