So we drifted in perfect reverie,
living lies never meant to be.
Washed ashore by cruel epiphany,
I was misery
and you were company.
There in the kingdom of the blasphemes,
We built a castle from broken dreams
and here we reigned supreme.
I was king
and you were my queen,
of emptiness where our hearts should have been.
And we raised a toast to our house of cards
drank blood and wine of grapes of wrath.
Heady,we watched our lives fall apart,
wings denied even before a start.
Drunk on hate
so did we part.
So here again in my reverie,
along the jagged shores of memory,
time and tide broken by an epiphany,
I wear the crown of infamy.
For I am your misery
and you remain company.
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