there wasn't anything was there?

no spark. no life. no fire. there was no passion. the love was a fabrication. the whole game was a facade. I really don't have anything for you. I never did. I lied.

King

I used to be the king of this world; was never ruler of my own. I played the puppet to my advisors- a marionette on their poisned wires. With every tug of those silly strings I danced the game they wanted to play. Now homeless I wander the streets. But I am free. I choose what pavement my feet greet.