Praise
Cries
Price
Spies

Turn yourself in
Smile of an invalid
Shouldn’t be allowed to witness
One look and I’m enslaved it seems

I long for home
Certainly, it was one
Lust is all you know
Young prince with ego to swallow

Bothered stars for the wrong ocean
Leaves for flowers and lost thorns
Saved sensations for found patterns
Withdrawal within the night of swords
Come upon the light of concerns

Shall I engrave my soul?
Fruit of this tree continues to grow
Spoiled tongue with desire to follow
Interlocking fingers over the moon flaw

Bless me, my King
Shall this oath overtake my pride
Your voice is music for my heartstring
In this castle, I call home only it is to hide

I offer my warmth and you reign
Hold this crown and say my name
The skies will cry along thy Kingdom
Walked beneath the veins of wisdom
I will be at peace within our curtains frame

-Levianel