Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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The Fettered King II
Sitting here, on the bed.
I feel the pang, in my, heart.
As I look, into, the abyss.
Of my glass.
I know.
I know.
What is about to.
Befall me.
I stand alone on the board.
I am like a redundant pawn.
I protest, I am king!
I am king!
to a hollow room.
And I pray.
I pray to god.
But he turned his back on me!
For what I have done.
For what I did.
As I turn, to her face.
And I.
I accept my fate.
I beseech her for forgiveness.
I feel her hands, on, my, throat.
As she.
Chokes me coldly.
And I kneel down on the floor before her.
I surrender.
I ask for her hands, in my hands.
With my head bowed, in shame.
I still have one, last secret.
That need, to tell.
I raise my head to protest.
My mind screams, get out of my head.
The burn. The stain, in mouth.
And say to her.
You deform me.
You deform me.
You fucking deform me!
You deform me...