THE KING’S SOLEMN REIGN
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.
Oh wait, actually I’ve reconsidered, never mind.
Legend has it that you did a Lady Macbeth, and paraded through the dimly lit halls with a dagger in tow;
Just waiting for the opportune moment to stop, sniff and go.
You penetrate my soft, supple skin with the blunt yet rife blade;
Still not sure if it was as sharp as your tongue, but yet you still preyed.
What did u want to achieve by stabbing me in the back ?
Do you want to twist the blade in deeper?
Will that be your scrumptious snack ?
Oh actually, there’s really no need;
Your ego already drained my veins years ago, so there’s not much left to bleed.