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.
