King

Triggery, maybe? Fyi.

It's apocalyptic and dark,
And the world's lost its spark.
My breath in the cold breeze
Like a death rattle and freeze.
The claws descend the throne
Made of my own flesh and bone.
"What do you seek, my child?"
The teeth all a clatter in the wild.
A boulder where my heart once was
Thumps and yells, as life sure does.
My voice, so small, it stays alone.
Mortar and brick, until I can atone.
"Master, master, look master, look!"
He comes to take and throw the book.
Cloak and dagger, Russian roulette.
Pull the trigger, why would I fret?
Infinite darkness, and swallowing chill
If it's the end let's have one last thrill.
We've been together, thick and thin.
But I self-destruct, pull a proverbial pin.
Speak in tongues, and slay all reason.
This, my friends, is suicide season.
Maybe we'll overthrow the tyrant of night
Then we can end this undying fight.