Poetry and words.
This charm used to lay here,
at the centre of my chest.
The being of my past thought it had no purpose.
Reborn through time,
My queen suffers from the state of discontentment.
Her crafted, inadequate jewels and gems are left in her ego to endure.
Her crown has failed her.
There is nothing but time left for her throne to rehabilitate.
Shredding her necessities to fulfil yours.
Your eyes were made to never open.
You never stop pouring gasoline around the flames of greed.