I am a King of Nothing,

as I have nothing left to offer.

Dare I ask what more it is you want from me?

I fear your answer would eliminate any chance of light

finding its way into my Kingdom of Secret Glances.

Darkness only adds to the looks you give,

the ones I hope to receive.

Don't tell me what it is you want,

lest I tear the world apart to find it,

no life worth sparing for yours by my side.

No, don't tell me how I'm faulted for I already know,

my Throne of Bones and Blood built after years of

pondering the reason.

I can offer you nothing, love, but my hand,

a hand that holds my Crown for the Careless Heart.

I am a King of Nothing.