King of the Hill - 2012

wI‘m the eternal monarch of this hill,
A solitary figure, I stand vigil
Alone, save for the eyes in my head
And the hope I know I should not have.
I hear your voice, but cannot comprehend
The notes of this song that would not end.
I watch your face but I can never see;
You are to remain a stranger to me.
I dazedly regard the world passing by,
While wishful dreams keep me company.

I gaze at the pitch black night sky,
My sun has set and I don’t know why.
Softly heard cries trouble my sleep,
Who woke these thousand voices that weep?
I open my eyes to see only silence,
And my senses rebel against its violence.
Memories assault the walls of my keep,
And I wish I could go back to sleep.
I know my mind has left me far behind,
Stricken, I topple from my imaginary throne.
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Bitter memories return to haunt my mind,
As you start decomposing, ancient bride of mine.
Accusations melt what was left of my pride,
From voices never heard, how could I hide?
The landslide arrives, it is no surprise,
I see peace approaching through my glazed eyes.
As the bulwark of hope crumbles around me,
I would finally understand, if only I could see.
I blindly watch the world slipping away,
And I break free from my beshackling dreams.