There’s nothing more I could cry for
My tears drops have all dried
Not looking to find any open doors
My dying will be alone and outside
Curling up in the fetal position
My heart’s says no one allowed
Some want to make me their mission
Please don’t make me say it out loud
For your Kingdom or Queen’s sake
That scares me half to death
Begging to kiss your Queen awake
I won’t kiss or inhale her breath
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/14
Michael's Lair 