Who's going to pray for me
When I constantly throw myself into catastrophe
I try to be the hero and save lives but forget myself
Try to conquer the world but I'm by myself
I wanna live like a king just full of wealth
But I'm too selfless for my own health
What I get i give and what is left I salvage
Prince's and chivalry run deep in my heritage
I don't wanna suffer but I martyr
I let my demons go and they begin to slaughter
I rather them and put them back in their cage
To sit in patience hidden in rage
I say who's going to pray for me
When all my enemies live within me
When all I give and never receive is empathy
Is this world too good for me
Who's going to pray for me
Who's going to save me
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
